and so it goes
like waves
one
after
another
if you know waves
(and I've known a few)
you know
they start to become a wave
[or what we (or should I say I) call a wave;
who knows what they call themselves;
if in fact, they do
call themselves anything.
but I am drifting now.]
hundreds of miles from
shore.
all of that power
all of that motion
all of that water
[which, by the way, is all
different water.
do you see?
a wave is not just
one wave
but rather a series of
continuing associations.
do you see?]
it all comes (or goes) toward
a beach it has never seen.
it (they) roll head (crest) long on.
on to meet its (their)
never seen sandy lover
and at the end
there is that final
powerful embrace.
and with the act consummated,
the power is now all of ours
it is free
thrown to a breeze
blowing untamed over the land