I Am Here

 

wave upon wave
year upon year
generation upon generation
seasons upon seasons
eons upon eons

a drop of rain
then two
multiplying exponentially
greet the ocean

keepers of the wisest wisdoms
graceful in their travel home.

Gloriously predictable,
Mother selflessly shapes a nest,
selectively chooses a one in a million mate.

a grain of sand, then two, then many,
become the instruments
for our songs and dance with serenity and peace.

 

wcj  12.15.2014

Photo: Phil Robertson

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