Change
Does the wave
yearn for the
place it was
only seconds ago?
Before the trough steepens
Before the crest curls forward
Before the arc tips toward land
Do you wish
the pull toward change
toward difference
wasn’t so irresistible?
Or do you simply
move and change
rise up and lie down
because it is your nature?
Do you long for what was
For what will be
Or are you at peace with what is?
