The waves roll sideways, from where I see them on the cliff.
The pale cloudy sky meets the dark, blue, rolling tide.
What does it mean to be me, here, now, trying to roll with the afternoon sea.

I don’t know what it means; this experience is beyond me.

But I’m here.
The waves never settle; I’m grateful to watch them build and crash and make the slightest sound.
I’m grateful to be right here with them.