There’s an ocean a few feet away

and I can’t quite figure

the dimensions of waves

as they crash

and all the ways foam makes me tingle

but I like the patterns

that hover a moment

like snapshots before fading away

like when my children were small

but that was years ago now

which is strange

because I don’t feel different

until I see my reflection

which I can’t in the ocean

since it moves too swiftly

like time like children like waves.