Tide Pool

There, in the tide pool, dappled by the
sun, is birth and death, and the spark that
continues. It leaves mankind in a wake
of regret. What have I to do with the
albatross or sea lion?
I can but write, while they fly and roar. I
gaze upon the Pacific from this rock, all its
mysteries and grandeur.
I am inferior, while it forever reigns with
every wave and break of light.