the early ocean

the ocean is too cold.
you can't
enjoy the water.
the heaving of salted waves.
the glass green
of the shallows.
you can hardly touch it
with your feet.
it's too early for this visit.
for remembering
the past, for making
new memories, captured
now in a cradled
phone.
it's too early in the day,
in the summer
for this ocean.
you'll have to come back.