Sea Wading

Ocean waves are a curious thing
All her roars are sometimes for naught.
Thunderous rolls and churns have caught
My calm resolve? Certainly not.
Sometimes the tide folded smooth and clear
A column of wet crystal walls.
Other times, white bubbling so loud
I feared that the heavens might fall!

The cooling calm against my skin
Combats the salty taste.
Good stretches and splashes
Laid back in sun’s grace
Far greater than joy I’ve ever faced.

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