rising and falling

I stare at the point below the Ritz
It looks far but close
It’s exactly as far as it needs to be
Time bends with the light on every ripple
Dawn patrol breaks into mid day
The beach comes and goes from my vision
in sync with the rising and falling of the water
One moment there is just rocky bluff
and then a thin lining of golden sand
that tries to stand its ground in this tide