here i am wading, the seagulls are folding smaller and smaller
into the distance of a horizon, pink
shells curl in sand. ocean,
why do you take me
with my sorrow
when no one else will? even with your coldness, salt stinging my face. ocean,
why do you touch me
when no one else will? ocean, i want you to know, i wait for you too.
ocean, my tears know you, my sweat knows you.
ocean, please tell me
when i will stop waiting