Standing at the edge of the

ocean

On unforgiving cold wet

sand

Running shoes and socks

Keeping me warm and dry

I watch the waves roll in.

Depth majesty power

Unfolding

Before my eyes.

​

This wave draws nearer 

than the others

Then recedes silently

Drawn back

Into the great swelling

primal force of creation.

​

I stand at the water's edge

Listening to the rhythm 

of the waves

In awe of the color

of this moment in life.

​

Now a new wave rises up

Then breaks

beckoningly

stealthily

sliding toward

my feet.

​

Instinctively

I take three steps backward.

​

Still I stand

waiting

looking forward

focused on the extraordinary

breath of creation.

​

Now another wave comes

even closer than the other.

Closer to my shoes.

​

I take three steps backward

yet again.

At my feet

the shattered remnants of

an illusion of 

comprehension.

​

Three steps backward.

Perhaps in reality

three steps forward.

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(December, 31, 2017)

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