There are things that will change
And those that will remain.

If the sand is marred by filth
And tar upon our heel
Makes us long for other shores

If saline buoys our limbs
And unexpected lift
Brings to mind the dearest friends

We can stand apart and watch the flow
Of less than holy currents.

We can farm the ocean fruits.

We can bob and bathe and bask along
With the unquestionably pure.

If murk obscures our toes
If land is lost from view
Or if nutrient absorbs
And the sea’s resource fulfills

Know that there are things that change
But those that will remain.

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