I dig
I find them
Sometimes they tickle our feet
In the sand
Teeny tiny crabs
We carry them in a sandy
Bucket with water in it
They swim around and make holes
In the sand
We put them back in the ocean
I run to greet you
at the edge of your blue, gray, green water.
I run the way you turn.
In the sand I write "I Love You."
Your waves sweep up my words
and into your heart.
You are my friend.
You are the Sanderlings that hop.
You are the Brown Pelicans that swoop in your waves.
You are the Harbor Seals that peek.
You are the Humpback Whales that feast.
You are the sharks hunting.
You are the Spookfish blowing bubbles in the dark.
You are the fine squeaky sand between my toes.
You are the tiny pebbles that poke my feet.
You are kelp.
You are beautiful.
You are plastic.
And for that I am sorry.
I will never stop trying to protect you.
MY Friend.
Made of ancient rock,
the cliff towers over the ocean.
It stands in the way
of raging waves
that angrily pound on it
like drum sticks
in a never ending beat.
The waves try to force their way inland
and take down the stone giant
but the massive wall holds them back
where they belong.
At least for now.
is it too much for you
to brave these rough waters
to brave this storm
it lasts just a moment
i've forgotten pieces of myself
just to get you through the day
is it that easy for you
to let me fall away
like a seagull does
its feathers gone in the wind
unnoticed
i'm on one shore
you're on the other
the boat is yours
seafoam
and forgotten glances from the moon
all that's between us
and after all this time
the question remains the same
will you use it to reach me
or to head back home
I'm rooted deep in the sand,
Alone but cradled by the tides
I know my heart is mending itself as it watches
The royal blues and grapefruit pinks,
Adorned with glittery diamond whites
The ocean is my catharsis,
And my new beginning too
