breaking waves crashing galore
splashes, droplets, falling
absorbed without sound
a surfer catching the last wave
riding, gliding through the tube
crouching, twistin' and turnin'
later enveloped by the sea
a lone runner warmed by a low sun
engaged in a dance through sand dunes
at one with the trail
much like the surfer in the wave
a sensory sonnet of the sea
felt by an audience of me
