A neap tide now—
so jealous of the shore
but just think
of how much
ocean never once
touches land
so long
have I endured
this thirst
have hollowed out
and cambered
bones to search
and search
and if I waver
it is only
as a breaker
holds itself
fleetingly
in disbelief
before it falls
like thunder,
and arrives, abruptly, finally—
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This is what I mean when I say the different perspectives in different poems. Your most recent one and this, so different in mood and atmosphere, yet with the presence of the Great Element (seawater) so eminent.
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