Missing comes in waves. Even as one recedes, The other has already arrived To kiss and bid adieu To the shore that waits forever.
Each time the swirling water leaves To the onlooker, nothing changes But the grains of sand have shifted In vain attempt to embrace The emotional tide that cannot be.
Life thrives in this turbulence Tenants on the coast don’t complain Of the wave that brings, or carries Oxygen and life or pure destruction. Littoral existence is neither languid nor lazy.
The hermit crab buries itself again Dedicated to rebuilding the home lost To last wild tide that came crashing. Digging, scurrying, and hiding- It holds penance and patience For the next tide to visit its home.
I stood still breath-taken to behold Hidden mysteries in the landscape More than was in lore foretold. From overwhelm to find escape- Taking a sip of dewy air so cold And feeling the rising on my nape Into the mist that lain the mountains a shroud I poured all of my sorrow out loud.