Wet sand covers my feet
as an airplane flies overhead.
There must be people looking
through their windows,
dimly aware of my existence
as they leave the ground.
The sea appears endless
from the beach
but it ends at every point
it touches shore.
I will never know
the deep heart of the ocean
but I know it is there,
filled with nothing,
filled with everything.
I can say the same about me.
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