Spin Cycle of the Ocean

fat globs and splashes jive off the spin cycle of the ocean this afternoon I see round circles of suds amid dancing twirls and whirls, it is fabulous no one could paint these artistic swirls and blobs, they are God-made foam of an inside washing machine cannot hope to match these dancers. I stare into the abyss of the ocean, past the lively excited foam dancers what magic have these enchanted leapers and skippers seen today? the sand is a staid, quiet, sedate contrast, moving in no direction. unhurried, stilling meditation comes easily from my beach chair seat.