Just Me
By Helen Birmingham
Just me. The sea.
One wave forming the undercurrent for the next.
Urgent activity on the edges of solitude and loneliness.
Vast depths of rise and fall.
Swell and crash.
One moment of glory and power become water.
The waves rise then crash one after another
Another
And another.
Rising then crashing.
The beauty goes on.
The danger goes on.
The hurting goes on.
The powerful forward thrust doesn't diminish but
It goes nowhere.
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