funny how things change, ebb and flow,
finding the stasis we resist,
this paradox of sameness and changing,
eternal as the ocean, one unique wave
following another, crashing
into recession, laughing back
from the sand, eventually
carrying themselves back to the deep,
leaving pools of tide on
empty beaches, where fiddler crabs
skitter over the jellyfish
who never learned how to stay
in the flow, beached, abandoned
to desiccate in the sand,
carried back to sea
when the tide returns.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (2)
Story of my life right now. So beautifully written. It just ebbs and flows like the tide! Wonderful.
Beautiful, Harper!