Inlet

Waves by the cliffside crash,
Water falls from my eyelash.

Treacherous, I might slip,
I don’t want to break my hip.

I look out and see a boat,
I wonder how far they will go.

Travel across the seven seas,
The ocean provides such a cool breeze.

I wipe off my sandy feet,
And ride my bike back to the beach.

Laughter and salt fill the air,
Just glad I made it out of there.