Ocean somersaults the boats
upon its tongue,
and we watch them sway
on storm cloud disco.
The seagulls float
as tiny buoys
for our eyes to follow.
We can time the waves
to the bobbing of tail feathers.
We play tag with the ocean
and chase after the water
as it pulls back
to show pieces of seaweed
and broken shells.
It reminded me of your living room
of green shag carpet and loose legos.
Sprinkle of glass around the corners
of the couch reminds me of missing frames
and the water dancing beneath the sun.
We spend time at the ocean
so our feet can have a soft home.
Poetic Trials 