seashore

All of what the sea churns
forth and the breakers
bring turning with the
waves
           and the trying
           momentum
laps up the shore
         surging under the
   big blue sky_
                The heavens
                know
with what reckless abandon
we urge the surf
to expose ourselves
                      of the salt_
And the crime is never
   knowing the purpose
       of the tides_