Water has always calmed me,
extending farther, 
deeper than I could see.
I have often awakened, 
here, near the border with Mexico,
with nowhere to go,
feeling the onshore flow,
okay with the grayness,
knowing the sun would bake it off,
create a gentle, wispy sky,
here near my home,
in the sweet by and by.
Still inspired, but
less calmed now,
remembering the beaches of sand
covered by the rising seas,
climate changing the shape of the land.
I stand and think,
oh, to be a child at the ocean,
barefoot, joy-filled,
sand-covered, smelling the salt,
nostalgic to a fault.
I close my eyes, realize
I am just a drop 
in the sea of life.
Then I recall
I am also a part of the Infinite.
Then I remember to laugh.