Sitting By The Sea

Sitting By The Sea
By Andrew Moravick

The salt air caresses my nostrils
Into my ears flows the surf’s sound
While I see children bounding over swells
As if afraid of the water in which they stand.
They willingly immerse below
The water in the breaks between waves,
But after they surface up they go
Again to avoid the next oncoming crest.
The sun sinks into my skin as I
Watch from the shore, while the waters
Look ever more inviting to my
Dry, sand stung eyes, so I rise and go into the waves
Letting them break over me as I walk in,
Accepting them as they come to sooth my skin.