waves roll
gentle, lacy edges
teasing shore
magnetic energy grounds
me, locked
here, in this moment
watching, waiting
anticipating
as if an answer
would be etched
upon the sand
wander, where the wetness
creeps, use a big toe
as your pen
write His name, there
FIRE
strong enough to quench
even these waters
there and only
do all answers
cry
finding whitespace along the shore with Bonnie
