The Beauty of the Ocean

The ocean sits beneath the sky,

the sun drifts by

as it shimmers.

Mountains crumble to their taste,

Time, in waves, is never a waste.

She changes shape, but not her ground.

sand gliding through the water

I could sleep to the sound.

The ocean is a woman who never waits,

She crashes first, then contemplates.

Waves are thoughts

that rise and fall,

then disappear,

and say nothing at all.

The ocean is a memory—

Of all we’ve lost, of all we seek.

it holds the ashes we let go,

soft prayers that flow.

It holds the notes we never sent,

the weight of love through stories.

It holds plastic left from careless hands

old nets wrapped around fish,

suffocating the sands.

The beauty swallowed whole

Still, it continues to hold,

and always will.

That is her role.