enough would be for me to be
a dimple in the sand

or
a shell you put to your ears
then castaway

a rock resisting the crashing crest
a loam a bubble floating

up onto your rocky shores
bubbling and frothy

seeking all you are today.

Ebb and flowing to your rhythm
out and in flow gush and sing the seas song
harmonizing the vastness of the tides,

washing us into the sea.