The pop of black pebbles,
The shifting of levels,
The surf says so much
It is all I can do to stare —
People are somewhere
Across the sea.
The mind keeps churning out thought
To fold in and frothily savor
Then retract to connect
Then send more lines in
To invade and cover again.
It makes one deaf to the exhortations
Of those who create for a reason
They need then to understand.
