SEAFOAM

A hush

A breath of wind as we look out across the wreckage

Just scraped sand, really

But the chaos is etched into every groove, every jagged line

Upturned pebbles and rocks worn smooth from the beating of waves,

Piles scattered and spilled across beaches guarded by slimy, slippery, silty fences

Huge logs of ocean-battered driftwood lie half-buried, weary but still

Pieces of stone, brick and rejected litter return to the beach,

Glinting shamefully in the sunlight.

 

And off to the side, flittering in the breeze, the seafoam sits.

 

Like escaped tufts of bubble bath, it reaches further and further up the beach,

Waiting for the rest to join it.

Just as expected, on the fifth wave, it comes surging forward, the tide carrying

The clotted, clouded monster that rides the white horses with a gleeful giggle.

It spreads over the sand greedily, its frothed, curved edge a wide grin,

Ready to lick at our ankles.

We stumble over, laughing, yet our hearts are pounding, only to watch it retreat, back,

Back away into the slurping riptide while it mopes, waiting for someone to play with.

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