I cannot see the principles

governing those waves:

how one singularly eclipses

the other, like a graceful act

of give and take

or a seamless theft

of arrogance racing

splash after splash –

the rolling fluidity

without symmetry.


So I made a boat I found

out of styro

let it float ashore

the lonely boat crashing

into fearful waves

a violent welcome

a sheer flow

stowed my boat


away. In between waves

there is energy I know

yet I feel there is none; no

distinct symmetry, just

immediacy, and no such thing

as potency.  In this dynamics

of waves crashing

I am weakened


with a shudder of both heat

and relief, upon seeing

the lone white strip

a flag floating


that is my boat

coming down the shore.