What’s to say, others have used all the words.
Roiling waves, brisk breezes, foaming water.
Nothing new there. Color moving from green,
To blue, to gray, to pink reflections of sunset.
We’ve all read it before, written it, thought it.
How to share the oneness we feel at seaside?
Probably it is enough to just be, and let torrents
Of words past suffice, as we draw in the good.