7.27.2025 – let young come, says sea

let young come, says sea
let them kiss my face, tell where
storms and stars come from

The sea is never still.
It pounds on the shore
Restless as a young heart,
Hunting.

The sea speaks
And only the stormy hearts
Know what it says:
It is the face
of a rough mother speaking.

The sea is young.
One storm cleans all the hoar
And loosens the age of it.
I hear it laughing, reckless.

They love the sea,
Men who ride on it
And know they will die
Under the salt of it.

Let only the young come,
Says the sea.
Let them kiss my face
And hear me.
I am the last word
And I tell
Where storms and stars come from.

Young Sea by Carl Sandburg as published in The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg, by Carl Sandburg, Harcourt, Brace, New York, 1950.

Spent the day at the beach with Grandkidz Jaxon, Stefano, Essence and Kendra.

I was lifeguard, activities director and caterer but it was really just an excuse for me to have a play date at the beach.