I'm not sure why I write so many poems about the waves. They must be somewhat cathartic. I've been having trouble writing what I ought to be, and this one sort of spilled out. Please, pardon if the meter is a little rough... I have yet to polish it up.
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Who are they to think
That you can battle a wave?
Should you plunge a sword
In translucent swirling depths?
Or construct a mighty dam
And form a defensive front?
Force an attack
Splashing back
Make another wave
Cancel that approaching swell
Or will you increase its size?
Be inclined to ride the surf
To go with the flow
Or be ripped away by the tide.
If in some distant time
Should you meet a cliff
While riding this ceaseless
Entropic tsunami
Greet it with a smile
For pinnacles of stone
Will crumble to sand
Relenting to the surge
Of this endless chaotic sea.
KLF 8/22/06
Image note: The picture above is about a year old, taken at Russian Gulch, near Mendocino, California. It seemed appropriate here. As soon as we arrived on the beach, my son tried to battle the waves. What can I say... he gets it from me.