I could run

or I could swim

but I am content to just stand

and let the surf engulf my feet

with its graceful persona

this ocean is unlike any other

for while the waves of the rest calmly follow the leader

these are not hesitant to overlap

like thoughts brimming

they cascade my toes with heightened joy

A smooth stone in my hand

a flower hidden beneath my hair

and movement seems useless

as hopeless as chasing clouds.