I walked upon the sandy shore
across to cliffs beyond
the waters edge touching
the feet of generations
who passed by
sampling cool delight

Toward the crabby crusty rocks
and little pools in rocky parts
cups of water in the ground
salty small the water there
to sit and look
as if one were
a giant on a clifftop
surveying below
tiny water creatures
moving in silence

Far from the world
of rush and haste
cool water splashes
at my gate
thunder the tide
coming in
blue into rock
again and again