I walk along the beach where the vast Atlantic ocean slaps the shoreline with cresting waves whose spent power trickles under my feet and tickles my toes with each step. Ocean sovereignty untamed by humans ends at this boundary. Perhaps that’s the magnetism that draws the land species to the edge of two worlds both vibrant with life, neither can subsist in the other.
I hear the ocean yell with roars louder than my thoughts. Its domination drowns any quiet solitude simmering within.
It demands to be noticed,
to be admired,
to be respected,
to be awed.
And we land people yield to that force.
Why do you come? it booms in my ears, penetrating every cell in my body. You land people flock to my shores. Stare at my waves for hours on end. Walk along my borders where children dig into my sand and dogs romp through my swells. Some of you try to ride me but never succeed in conquering me. Some of you hunt my people to eat and become the occasional hunted for our sustenance. You explore my depths but can’t penetrate my soul. You can’t live here but continually need to explore here. You need me. You need us. You are me. You are us.
We land people go to the ocean to be swept up beyond ourselves where thoughts don’t reside. The roar is too loud for problems. Too mighty for anything but complete submission. Quietude comes later.
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