Day 3 at the Shore

My Blue-Gray Ocean

Always in motion
My blue-gray ocean,
Surging and heaving, 
I grew up believing,
She knew me.

Whirling and flowing
In rhythmic motion.
My breath in sync.
All the while, I think---
Time scurries.

One breath I'm bracing
For waves breaking.
New breath--my daughter
Splashing life in water.

Next breath her child,
Generations profiled
In melodious song 
To which we belong.

Hold on to the day
Fast it slips away.
Gulls high ore' the sea,
Laugh at the futility.

Time swirls and foams
Tickling my toes.
Endless emotion,
My blue-gray ocean.
      ------G. Hill
 

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.  
    ---– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterfalls; All Your waves and breakers have gone over me. 
      -----Psalm 42: 7