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I went to the beach today

walked to the water

hopping over logs

that struck me

as too random to be

anything but

I wondered what you'd think

sitting alone with only

the slightest of waves and a sun

insisting on one last stretch

across the sound

tossing its glare about as if

it had all of time

watching layer upon layer

of mountain top

change shape with each minute

or wave that seemed to believe

dancing the tide was a far better

than succumbing to the many moods

of a northwestern moon

I wonder what you'd think

in the face of such enormity

would you sit silent

no need for voice

or would you pace the sand

overturn the rocks looking for reason

or the odd crab left behind

by those too hesitant to scratch

the surface