"Wind tugging at my sleeve
feet sinking into the sand
I stand at the edge where earth touches ocean
where the two overlap
a gentle coming together
at other times and places a violent clash."
(page 1)

"Under my fingers I feel the gritty wire
rusted by 139 years
of the salty breath of the sea."
(page 2)

"But the skin of the earth is seamless.
The sea cannot be fenced,
el mar does not stop at borders."
(page 3)