i
surrounded by blue immensities& crashing in flurries ah foam
it's eazy ta forget we're tiny parts
ah the deep
bringing froth
ta many a beach . . .
ah!
sunlight glistening –
cool, wet stone!
ii
when billows break on hard bouldersthen shimmer like jewels in sunlight
what should we do?
lament our immanent evaporation
or rejoice that – fer a moment –
we reflect the sky's light?
