Carried by the waves of the sea

You rise from the churning lace of waves,
two dark eyes asking what I cannot answer.
The sea undresses you in spilling white,
a curious face caught between worlds.

I stand on the cold seam of the beach,
watching you watch me, both of us alone.
The tide will pull you back to its grey hush,
and I will keep this moment like a stone.

Whiskers beaded with the morning's light,
you hold your breath against the breaking foam.
How brief our meeting, salt-touched and unspoken—
two strangers, each one looking for a home.