Waves

The waves
Are white lines
In the fog sounding
Steady in the mist rolling
In from the Gulf of Mexico as
I walk along the beach the only
Sound the waves tumbling onto
The shore one white line after
Another seemingly endless
While only a bit offshore
My marine counterpart
Patrols their side of
The waves always
Searching like me
For breakfast
Should I try
To swim
Too far
Out
Failing
To read
Between
The white
Lines the jaws
Pink gums rows
Of triangle teeth.
But here on the gray
Beach and fog the white
Lines of waves seem peaceful
Like a soft gray blanket
Pulled up to the
Beach more
Snuggle
Time
Yet.