water crashing shore never ending weaving time and motion
roar of waves singing, dancing in unbroken rhythm
seashells on grey sands swept by morning rush waits for turning tide
green algae float salty brine flowing streams into streams
swirling, crushed corals clinging to soles of feet dusting footprints in sand
a pebble flies into air
Author's Note: I don’t know where it will land. Some changes in my work life are coming. More demanding and technical job in another city further away from home.