Beach Tides

NATURAL HOPE

The sky enfolds the surf
nestling it as in the womb
Encased in warmth, held close,
in a hug.

Saturated in dark,
sand struggles,
to fuse the starlite
absorb the moonlight,
quietly engage in wondrous self-exam.
searching, pondering
the instance of perfection

The tide recedes, the shore left dry,
the sand is baked and coughs for life.
desperate to drink,
thirst its only knowledge,
choking.

Luna moves.
by polar strength
sea dances to the coast.
the waltz brings liquid life
to that parched shore.

The sky enfolds the surf
nestling it as in the womb
Encased in warmth, held close
in a hug.