Your sand between my pedicured toes
your salt water fills my sunburned nose.
The sound of seagulls caca-ing in the sky
as pelicans in their skimming patterns fly,
and in these waves I am at ease
moving with whatever rhythm you please.
A cresting tide breaks overhead,
deep I dive to clear my head.
and while your utter power is one I shall never know
a simple comfort from these waters doth ever flow.