How long do I stand here?
Waves roll in
Small stones hiss with gladness
A gull chortles his freedom
And the blue above delights.
You Lord establish the rhythms
The surface tension
The wind that braces
With current life and challenge.
How long?
And I barely get my feet wet
Hands in pockets
Eyes fastened upon briny foam
Advancing to its peak
Collapsing back and under.
Do I seem to you
As one of these waves?
Coming once in weather
You have pre-determined.
Moving, gaining
Cresting, lapsing
Disappearing.
With another right behind.
Or am I ever lost?
Simply flowing elsewhere
As the larger Body
Has willed.