To picnic with the ocean. One need only be present,

attentive and prepared. 

To sit and stare and wonder at what she has prepared.

 

We are told at the table to:

“Close your mouth, sit up straight…

Finish all that’s on you plate!”

 

But…

I do not mind watching the sea eat.

To behold.

The ebb of a bite as the great mouth chews, 

And gnaws,

And crushes. 

 

Cliff and ground…

Torn down.