The waves well know a way to reach the borders of the sea
and touch the beach if only for a moment;
there is no telling what they’ll find on solid ground.
Is it the thrill of something never found?
Why do they keep on trying to be where they can’t stay?
Waves are forever dying in achievement
with all the history that forced them onto land.
Like me they strand, like me they disappear
as only for a moment I am here where we can meet
and no, I won’t be waiting.
sigh. sometimes nature speaks wisdom to me 🙂