Enough flesh had decayed from the head
that by the time I came across it at the beach
I could see the skull of the dead seal.
Patches of skin were gone but it largely
remained whole. I walked up to it,
curious to see such a creature up close.
I felt no sadness as I stood before it,
merely a sense of certainty at what befalls
all living things in time.
The waves rushed in and pushed the body
further up on the sand. It rolled over
and came to rest further from the water.
Wind bit my face as I pulled the hood
of my sweater over my head.
The tide inched closer by the moment.
It would not rest until it drowned my feet
or pushed me further from its touch.
In the end the ocean got what it wanted.
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