You wouldn’t think
a boat that far out
could make a difference
but ensuing waves
crash whitely on
orange rocks,
running freely
onto the strand
successively–
a gentle lapping
inviting you to enter
the see-through surface
sensing what your feet
might feel like
stepping in,
warm water up to
your ankles as
your cool toes sink
happily
into ever-morphing sand.
Your mind tries–
though there really are
no big truths here,
baby.