Like obstinate waves upon a composed beach- I pound on you, vertically, I crash on you, horizontally. I lash at you in all manner of ways, In all manner of waves, Because you are there -so solid- Momentarily obscured by spray But never really out of reach. Each time I come, riding Triumphantly on sea horses- Or simply pushed ashore by other forces, a gutted residue, a hapless prey you are always there- unsmiling, you wait for my unpredictable beat- eroding ever so slightly- a little, each time but providing, as always- Land for my feet.