- Vol. 03
- Chapter 09
On the Ocean’s Edge
You can block my view—
steal away the sea’s shimmer,
shield its dance toward horizon’s edge.
You can muffle the wave’s roar,
the slap-clap splash upon slick rock,
the giggling giddiness of children.
You can silence my exclamation,
retard my song, ignore my awe,
watch me choke on my own tresses.
I’m not here to make you listen.
I’m not here to make you see.
I’m merely here to feel thankful
for each grain of sand between my toes.