Still When I Picture It the Face of God Is a White Man’s Face

Before it disappears on the sand his long white      beard before it disappears The face of the man in the waves I ask her does she see it ask her does The old man in the waves      as the waves crest she see it does she see the old man his White     his face crumbling face it looks as old as he’s as old as The ocean looks and for a moment almost looks His face like it’s     all the way him As never such old skin looks my / Daughter age four She thinks it might he might be real she shouts Hello And after there’s no answer answers No