Waves

 

Evidence that creation is not dormant

they are an increasing reminder

of a sweeping movement

in and out, high and low

They are the auspices of the moon

lunar power in constant motion

a rhythm of exorcism

as they cleanse the sand

nature´s absorbent door step

At times they lap gently and quietly

in storms they crash against the immovable shore

with a crest of foam, an erosive force

Skimming across the ocean´s floor

to dissolve into a sandy bed

Never to slumber they remain awake

faithful to their creative role

Back and forth, reliable and true

a source of power long overdue