the heavy grey slate
a restless, whipping sky

the sea rustles,
rocking like an animal caught
in a metal cage

the air smells like salt
and a blown out candle

the water a prickly cold
a foamy blanket that
sends jolts of warmth

to numbed cheeks

a wish whispered alone
for no ears to hear

a handful of shattered sea shells
beautiful in their own right
they're fragmented homes

and abandoned pieces of art

the words are whisked away
by the ferocious wind

only to find a new refuge
in the creases of these

abandoned sculptures
of the sea