STUMPED
A solitary,
weathered tree trunk
stood on the shoreline
like an Easter Island statue.
This sentinel on the beach,
unmoved by waves
lapping around it,
gazed out onto the horizon.
Why was it here?
Was it the lone survivor
of a long forgotten mangrove?
Was it a manmade sculpture?
Was it the remains of a legend?
A man bewitched
who looked upon the sea,
mesmerised by the undulating waves;
who stood so long,
his feet took root
in the sand
until petrified.
I knew not.
And yet, to be safe,
I thought it best
to take leave of this strand,
lest I be cursed,
damned to a similar fate
and be turned to stone.
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Photo/video by Breyel, Timm. Pantai Morib
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