Transportal

Ever sat by the ocean on the rocks mesmerized by the movement the rhythmic movement the seaweed awaying like in a breeze the water moving all things to and fro to and fro to and fro the fish, crabs, shells, sand all content in this dance the waves crashing and grinding eventually turning all into sand Is this here is this now is this elsewhere The sand was once fish, crab, shell seaweed moving floating, dreaming Can you hear the ocean are you still here?