I've seen her shores,

flooding their sand castles,

washing them to cave

in long pools

up and down the beach,

sanderlings wading,

a one leg sea gull

laughing and wading

and waiting to catch a puffer fish.

Just as I've seen her shores

reeling out

where we used to find sand bars,

where the pelicans used to go,

now must go out deeper

past the sand dunes sheltering.

The oldest water on the shore

is replaced by some miracle,

a wave to body surf upon,

salty water spitting high.