Waves
Watch as the tide comes in, moving, flowing, growing,
and that's when you realize you and the water are not the
same.
You are stuck in a standoff, watching waves crashing and
moving, knowing they are about to leave you.
When I grow old and vanish into the sand, place me atop a quilt, vibrant and lively, awake and constantly changing,
so that I can hug those who are fastened to their sorrows, mind and feet glued to the shifting sand too heavy to
move, and carry them to the current.