Brine of Thine

There is an
infinity to the ocean
that grasps you.
Its depth and volume
simultaneously
illustrate the
divinity of our world
and how important
every single
organism is.
And yet we feel
small, tiny,
like a wisp of that
briney air could
gust us to
another grain of sand
amid an
eternal beach
of souls.
Sometimes I think
we captivate
trivial beauty as
easily as immortality.
But there is always
that petulant
contradiction.
Our oceans epitomize
significance and
insignificance, and the
wavering line
between; as well
as
the literal and
very terrifying thing
that is drowning.
Helpless but
important, right?