The scent of salted ocean air tangled in the grains of sand.
Waves collide with the water ahead,
creating sea foam—stretched like melted marshmallows in July—
drifting ceaselessly toward land,
just as we, humans, move endlessly
toward a life yearned for—
one we may never fully hold.

Waves, large and small,
mirror the tribulations caused by those near and far,
echoing the force of tidal waves
that leave us aching in their wake.

Still, we lament them—
gazing at the light above the water
while never truly seeing the waves themselves.
We neglect the face of distraction,
yet contemplate it, unconsciously.