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