a glittering expanse of olive-grey

the tide goes out so far it becomes
a bright silver horizon

a misty brown beach

stark blue and white mountains
but for the haze

rock a million colors 
amber wine jet sage slate rust
white

a stone that looks like maktak
looks like you

tired of the metaphors 
you chuck it into the churning
waves

when the tide pushes it back to
your feet
you turn and walk away
forever until next time

but your soul stays 
until bubbly white foam
lap smooth your hard work

you stand still and dare it
to soak your shoes

you almost want it to
so you can prove
that's just your luck