Sea Foam

Steaming milk always reminds me of sea foam
Boiling at the edge of the world
Frothing the sky-blue

No. That's not true.

The sky could be blood dark,
Or foggy or cloud speckled.

Truth is the growling milk never reminded me of sea foam
Until I started writing this

I had been thinking about the coast,
Of Lands End, Sutro Baths, and Crissy Field,
Of winter wet days
Of waves and rain
And was pulled back to the ocean
Like a wave
Boiling at the edge of the world.