water and sand

someone said something
about how the ocean
never stops, but repeats
itself even when we are
asleep, how blue it is
and isn't each moment
of the day.
and then no one said anything
for awhile, we stood
there on the porch
against the sand, before
the brush and sea oats,
the line of weeds, and we
listened to the sigh of
water against the earth.
as well as our own.