There is much to be said about the ocean’s consistency,
The waves, the sound, the break against the shore,
The warmth and the cool and the rushing tide turning to foam.
There is much to be said about the ocean’s reliability,
The settling, the sweeping, the shards of shells coming in and out,
The salty air in noses.
But the ocean is big, is endless, is ever-changing
even in all the ways it is steady.
And I think that’s what scares me the most.