Not all waves crush the bone, some pass through
But some visit the earth like frolicking mermaids,
Tossing the shore-line in its play;
And when the thrill stops,
Everything is drawn to the depths of sea….
Some not-so-lucky cry for their vanished neighbour & family;
Amidst a bed full of bleeding sand, flotsam, bodies,
Still unsettled waves; they walk, and walk
not knowing when they will find another land.
The waves continue to roll- and in its vaulting
All endings end & new beginnings begin.
The sea delivers a land back…..and
the world goes about its usual business.
Written for PU...