Oh, Meeting place

Seas eternal

Motion heard from above.

The whistling of boats, the

patterns of feet sifting through

the sandy rocky ground,

these sounds are no match for your sight.

Unworthy! Oh holy length of majestic ocean,

unworthy am I to swim your distance,

I drink you in with eyes opened.

Steady, steady rhythm.

Current aimed inward,

toward me,

below these cliffs I dare not call mine.

End of Land,

Beginning of Sea.