I watched intently as the waves lapped placidly up and down the shore
And a seagull ducked down to perch on a rock then continued to soar
I walked to the water's edge and gazed at the worn rocks
Each one different and special but all together like a single crayon box
Individual but yet belonging to something… bigger
Turquoise, green and brown, each a little different as you get closer
Some of the rocks may stick out from the canvas on the outside
But others have a story to tell on the inside from the riptide
To me the rocks are like people
Each compared to the more exciting morsel
Or maybe people are like the rocks
Looking to be a canvas rather than the smock