Lovely Waters

The soft touch of a salty tide,
the continual pulsation of motion,
never stopping, never faltering,
continual strength and presence.
Crushing waves, white foam
of sand and sea -- meeting
once and then never separating.
Even the strong undertow can't
sweep the mighty waters
back from the sandy shore.
Solitary sea, far from land,
always a lonely, icy cold.
But where sea and sand meet,
it is warm as the gulf stream
and softer than wet sand.