Sunday, January 7, 2007

THE TEARDROP

The curling waves surged higher than I stood
Crashed and rushed inland testing my balance
It pulled me seaward as another rose
I thought myself a broken piece of wood
Dragged here and there on the bottomless sea
At dawn I cried and tasted in my tears
The same cleansing salt of the changing tides
I realized that I am the ocean
The broken piece of wood, just a moment