What is within a wave?
That curled momentary mass
of random strength rolling onto
shorelines with ancient messages
tucked within itself, splashing
out languages from somewhere deep.
The moon speaks out the highs and
lows. The land lifts barriers against
the mass of impending force. Yet we
find their shape drawing, pulling us
into the blue green wetness.
In the distance, highways of currents
circle the continents, releasing
curtains of waves, messages from the
nearby abyss, creating primordial
footprints of authority and grace.
Roger Singer 