Ocean Breaks After draining the last of the burned coffee I replace the lid and push the cup into the sand, pull my feet back to sit on my haunches wrap my arms around my knees as if I were five again, lost among the ladies’ coats in Macy’s, waiting to be found, not hiding but immobile, silent on dusty tiles. The fog begins to burn, the waves become apparent. I shudder. I can’t keep still. I listen for the sirens. There will be an end to this.