The riptide crumbles before me,
leveling out and washing white foam on my sun kissed feet.
The riptide floods over my toes, my skin, and my bones
weightily pushing out then pulling back in again.
I stare upon the blue horizon,
my soles sinking deeper in the sand as the waves come crashing in,
pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling.
How endless and loving it was to watch,
the blue waves curl to throw themselves and flatten themselves again.
They were embracing
and as I loved them, I felt as infinite as the wrestling of waves
crashing on the shore.
