And I picture our old hands together
the sun shines through our fingers
as our hearts dance in the warm wind
faces worn from laughter and happiness

walking in that space where
the melting sunset and crashing waves
create a smooth hard plain of sand
closer to that smell of ocean wind

there are many great expanses
the ocean is in reality but a small one of the many
but when we look out at it
what joy we get from not knowing whats around the curve

walked to a place, out of the coastal forest
to the spot where the wind is strong
and the spray might hit you as you feel what you came for
as you watch the violent glory

I picture myself, I'm alone,  I stand on a rock
while the wind blasts my hair back
while the waves roar and break against the granite
the grey sky fills and empties me with each breath,

it moves quickly inland while the waves writhe in
,filling the cracks and submerged caves
washing over barnacles and wearing down everything over
,down and up when it hits the steep part, crashing and spraying into the air

mist falls mixing with the rain while space is made behind
and out the ocean pulls over the sharp rocks and barnacles
dragging with it some tidal pool dwelling fish
back until is rejoins its body, frothed and *****

all men know the beauty of destruction
when you stand in that grit, that discomfort, bundled accordingly
wet shoes and soaked socks, beaten by the beauty of that expanse
what joy we get from not knowing whats around the curve

I long for warm air
I long for sand between my toes
we laughed while the waves chased us up the shore
me always chasing the wave faster back down
to prove i could run away with ease
you higher up watching smiling waiting
in came the big set, swept me off my feet and churned me in the chop
when I looked up you were gone.