St. Kilda, Australia

And then one day that thing which weighed the most
Slips off the neck like a linen scarf and blows down the beach
You are no longer concerned with the shards of shell beneath your feet
The horizon has always been as far and will not come any closer
The sea takes more sand with no intention of giving it back
It was always your choice to stay here (Saint Kilda never existed)
The only one canonized on this hot boardwalk is you.