Wednesday, February 8, 2012

A Wave

The damp sand hugs my feet,
Slipping between my toes.
A wave rushes in on me,
Seeming angry and upset. 
Its churning waters snarl at me,
Reaching to grab me and take me away. 
Its fluid blue arms are wrapped around me,
But there is no rage in its heart.  
It laughs merrily,
Cradling my tired legs. 
I can’t help but smile with it. 
The ocean takes a deep breath,
Pulling the wave back into its depths.
I run after it,
Yearning to hold it in my arms,
But it is already gone.                   

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