Waves Come Crashing Down

Waves roll in

And come crashing down

Rolling

And crashing

In rhythmic repetition

And godlike repercussion

Booming, Booming

Resounding across the shores

Like hammers pounding, pounding, pounding

This rock rock worn gradually away

Breaking, breaking, breaking

The child wears away

Eroded by the forces of nature

An adult mysterious emerges

Carved from the wind and water

Butterflies or Moths

The Grinding Wheels keep turning

Inexorably around

The outcome matters not one iota

As the slow steady progress of the waves

Seasons

Odd Ends: Perennial Poesy along the Way

2005