Ten-thousand waves, Crashed, swelled, billowed, From ten-thousand winds, Rolling in draves.

Ten-thousand tides, Spat, chewed, swallowed, All the footsteps that came, And the sandy pride.

Ten-thousand stones, Tumbled, tossed, turned, Delivered to a child, Who can’t skip her own.

Ten-thousand souls, Here, passed, going, Part of the moment, Playing in the shoal.