Impression

Thank you.  Swiftly written with minimal editing.

What strikes me, outside of the essence of this ( described in your themes ) is the personification Mothering White and Endless Sand. Is this a reference to Mother White, Saint of early Anchorage? Or to Martha Greer, born in Glasgow Scotland? Gosh, I hadn't thought of those names in decades, honestly. Not sure about the Endless Sand reference.

The North Sea is known as one of many faces. It's always reminded me of the Volcanoes on Isla de Ometepe in Nicaragua - I took many photos and none of the landscape was the same - asper the legend, the mountains changed faces. This correlates with your underlying theme of "uncertainty about the future" - we don't know what we're looking at, but we do know it exists.

Sometimes swift is best, as it captures the thought, which is just as fleeting. Editing can always come later.

Thanks for sharing.

I'm constantly amazed by what others read in a poem.  But that’s the thing about poems — each reader adds their own meanings and interpretations, possibly each time they read it.

A poem never read is like a seed never planted, or perhaps like a song that’s never sung.

So it’s interesting and satisfying to read your words.

This is a poem that I feel demands revision (not editing), to develop it further, into a subsequent and ‘fuller’ poem.

Thank you.  Mothering White is a metaphor for sea mist that drifts from the sea and envelops the beach.  Endless Sand was a spur-of-the-moment metaphor for time.