The first view is like losing your breath.
Gray blue water hugs the roadside,
and the distance is a curtain of mist.
You get dizzy from the expanse;
there is no horizon to rest your eyes on.
Just water and water and water.
The crests are gigantic curls
that slap buckets of white foam
against black moss rocks.
Clouds are cotton candy threads that stretch
across the water; there is no space between.
Dark cold sand clings to your feet, and the
wind lashes wet crystals of salt against your cheeks.