sun and breeze upon my face,
pebbles hard and damp beneath my back,
at peace; my ears and mind filled
with boom and roar and rush and grate,
eternal sound, unhurried pace
of everlasting ocean, as its waves
gather their brown relentless selves
to crash upon the shoreline, white flurries
marking their landing place.
In that hypnotic space I wander
back and forth in thought, that from the sea we came
and that the sea will still remain, when, maybe
our human race no longer walks the shores
and no longer looks in awe
at the ocean’s incomprehensible face.
Jan Armstrong
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