Beach Farm

Ocean wide and welcoming, blue   

and vaguely wavering- 

crashing to the shoreline harshly 

softly striking and then softening 

the solid rock to sand; 

churning up the precipice 

a field to grow a coast; 

waves listing and then sinking 

most must learn to know- 

Beach farm 

small atop the jutting rock, so hard 

and sharp and drenched in shards 

of growing grains of littoral land 

born by waves' farming hands 

worked into such smooth white sands 

slowly and surely, you reap a strand.