We are apprentices
to the master ocean
and the master rock shore
performing their dance
in this moment
and in geologic time
The rock turns the water
The water carves the rock
One thunderous curl at a time
While the rock trains it
in swirling, curving arcs
And every move they do is beautiful
The swishes and the swift, explosive leaps
The whirlpools and the rolling falling back
The graceful movement of the currents
rendered still in caves and crevices of rock
We watch, we feel, we are filled
Leap with this power, are carved
by its insistent roar
Find ourselves deepening
opening out
Learning the logic of waves.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2012