The Surf

You taunt me.

You tease me,

and if I am patient,

you please me.

Relentlessly persistent,

you make the hunt hard

for sea glass and fossils

and broken clay jars.

I saw the green one.

I saw the blue.

Then, all of a sudden,

they were pulled back to you. 

The photo above is called, "Glass Glued on Water Color, with Poster Edge Filter".  I thought it went well with this poem that came to me as the waves kept causing whatever I had my eye on to disappear.