Oceanic Sabbath

We have no sabbath on and in of and for deep oceanic atmospheres. Sabbath is for cities and the lands we share to hold them six days per week. Lands we gives ourselves to rest on seven, from rabid human over-splatted population on sacred sabbaths of better nourished sacrament. Over these past several years as I Sunday walk along Atlantic's western shore, border stretch of dry then wet sand leading out to ocean's deep sustaining sabbath, populated more and more by human barging trash, I notice my slowly growing urge to run then walk then swim to float away from continental fractured rests, compelled to seek a cooler nest where sabbaths still speak in blissful birdsongs and surging swaying suds of soulful Sundays.