Few things that are constant
are appreciated for long.
Sun in California
is much too commonplace.
"I love you" loses meaning
over time.
But there is some comfort
in the constant.
And fleeting, ephemeral beauties
are sad and fearful.
Which is why people love the ocean.

Waves are never quite the same.
Each one is unique, and always changing.
There and gone in a few seconds' time.
But they are never more
than a few heartbeats apart,
and rarely much different from the last.
The ocean strikes balance
between the dynamic and changing
and the constant and reliable.
And we all love balance.