the irony of spending
your day at the beach,
is that while you
are wasting time,
the sea is unmoved.
it cares not
that the seconds are flying
by quickly,
that the sun is rising and setting
and passing over the sky,
that its tides are pulling back
and then pushing out again.
because while the sea
has all the time in the world -
while the sea has
infinity
(infinity, n. until the end of time)
we have only
numbered days
for our breaths;
and we can but
tread carefully
on the silence in-between
and hope
that it is enough.
