Endless Wait

For Writer's Cramp, inspired by the line at the Social Security office.

The sea spreads out before me,
But it neither ebbs nor flows,
A swimming pool with larger mass,
Salty goodness
but no kids to play
no ripple,
no shine

Suddenly a movement,
the sparkle of foam?
a wave?
a jet?
please let it be...

but no,
merely an impatient sigh of the wind,
a breath of dreaming,
of movement,

anything but waiting!