Ocean Blue Poem by Brandon Nothing

Many elements may seem bombastic to some
But the stuttering of ocean tides, and the itinerary of currents
Brings upon an intricate delight that which only can be seen
Through lenses crafted of fine dune grains and sailor’s wishes
These jaunts expend years of a mapmaker’s never ending life.
We see a tide as it recedes into the blue- never to be seen by man again
Each grain of sand lies between the toes of wayfarers looking for answers
And those in search of countless treasures
On the rough bends and shell anointed coasts of city streets
All the sights begin to seize and all the treasures remain unfound
They will wait until the day where one brave enough will once again
Leave the land they love to pursue what they desire