With the Ocean
I am with the ocean now. I sleep to its siren song, bellowing in the deep, broken by the rolling crash of the waves. I walk along the beach. The ocean spills its frothy marine flora and carcasses of gelatinous masses onto the coast, forming blackened mounds that bake in the sun. I listen to the soft hiss of air escaping from the pale sands as the darkened waters recede with the tide. I whisper back.