Coast worm

The dirty stain of wet sand
 a worm wriggling sideways
All the way down the skyscraping coastline
hundreds of kilometers

In and out the tide, the time, the light, the dark the sea itself
it's surface a changing mask
the sea water churns and churns with all permission
on it's mission toward the shore

The dark wet sand communicates with the sky
Guidance between the water and land
A few drops heaven hurled
Permission to flood the coast