And wonder if I need new bulbs -
Or if I should go back to sand, and start again.
Crash with the waves, submit to the swell,
Welcome the motion and wait to be still.
Or stand as the rock, cold and removed
And yet in time, weathered and worn.
Barnacles attach to that stubborn stone,
Disguise its demands from the sea.
As it stands still in the motion, unmoved.
While the seagulls ride the wind, then glide.
The seaweed swells in daily dance
And the tides pay homage to the moon.
In a symphony of sway, they remain -
At one with the motion, peacefully still.