The sea

The pounding sea
Relentless and consuming
Is there a mystery here?
It is in nature all confusion stops
Everything is self evident
Salty air carried by the gulls
in the echoes if their stories
Laid at the feet of Kings
In a form of reverence
 I stop and hold a shell
Like when a small chil
safely escorted by mother
Shielded from the darkness
A game if  thrones played out
In the arms if commonality
Carry on