push and pull

the sea is quiet I walk along and ponder the serenity so easy to get caught up in the false sense of peace hard to remember the crash of the waves, the raising of water the need to find higher ground or risk being pulled under In the distance I see the pillowing foam I hold my breath as it disperses mere yards away from the shore line only matter of time before it conquers the inlet wipes my prints from the sand reclaims all underwater I'll chance the calm while I can