Continues to roll in
Despite the endings
Humans place
On their games.
It doesn't have to be
Anything but foam
But yet it can
Be something
So much more.
Whatever it can be
Is there for us
For we do
More than
Absorb.
This spit of sand opens
To what may be
The entire ocean
The totality
Of sky.
We choose a hue to identify:
Saffron, turquoise, mauve ...
Pulled to the individual
In the whole
At every moment.
