Waves

waves are lonely

(written December 13, 2016 - before sunrise and sleep)

The only way I feel alive

is wild and unsteady

As a wave

Swirling, never stopping

rarely sleeping

Ready

Needing to be ready

Alert to match the wind

Catch the height

Meet the depths

The structure of the 

motion can't be counted

in a meter

or produced

and rehearsed

as a part

to be played

The Only dance

is found

in what is offered

and received

All at once

as it arrives

and it leaves

Fullness

is not realized

when emptiness

enters and crashes

too soon

on a memory,

barely formed

but not quite safe

to be held

and adored

waves are lonely

that way