Here

Here is where we stand at the edge

Of where the salt sticks to our skin

Where evolution begins

Where everything crashes

And washes

And sinks

Back away

And froths

And sprays

Reflecting the sun rays

To our faces up in our hands

That somehow, and times are

Attached to our feet

That we hold

That we meet

Like the water hits our toes on the beach

The water dragging and grabbing its fingers

‘Cross the grain and the sand

Giving way

Letting go

Following through

Lost in the Masses of Rain

All water goes to heaven

...Or the sky if you like...

No matter how dirty

Sea, sand, air

See stand care

Seams and err