Imagining the ocean drawing back,
receding from the shore and pulling sand,
and then reversing in a froth attack
that tumbles pebbles on the briny strand,
is how I think when breathing deep and full.
Inhaling I can sense the ocean’s pull.
My exhalation mimics foam at reach
to push the boundary from sea to beach.
And though the yogi speaks of trough and crest,
for me the thought of ebb and flow works best.