Giggling little girl, her pink feet stomping in sand

While Ocean winds up into a striking coil.

He knows she will squeal when spray soils her strands of loam

Persistent in roots of her Zeus-furious hair

As she releases the unshelved missile at him

In an abbreviated tumble of Scripture.

He will look for signs in how the page has fallen

On a verse confirming the playful strength of God,

Crushing the shoreline holes where dwell little creatures.

Joseph Byron Bennett