" I mean, have you ever imagined

the ocean is alive, and needs to tell us something important, and the only way it can talk

is by making waves crash, and we just lounge there, drenched in cocoa butter, on towels

with crappy novels and volleyballs, sipping spritzers, as the ocean uses all its strength to repeat

the same warning over and over?

(from the poem "The Berlin Mall") "

― Jeffrey McDaniel , The Splinter Factory