Being A Beach Poem by John Doe

The waves crash on to the beach with intent
Seeming to be able to destroy everything in its path
But as they thin out over the beach
They disappear into nothingness

Whilst the tide pulls it back into the sea
Where the current pulls relentlessly on its base
The power of a wave comes and goes
It’s fury short but timeless

I like to watch waves and the beauty of confused fury
I remember every wave that has washed over me
Tumbled my thought into nothingness
Confused now into my own fury

As each wave dumps is power from its crest
Rumbles on with white foam bubbling away
The expectation of its beauty is profound but not real
The thought of seeing a perfect wave confuses me

Waves come in sets predetermined by fate
By science and law of gravity
By rules we all know but fail to understand
So complex in its simplicity

Beaches can be moulded in time
But if there is a cliff in their path it takes time
Which am I?
Which would I like to be?

I’ve been a beach all this time
Allowing waves to run their course
Allowing moulding and freedom to their energy
Letting them be

So know I want to be a cliff
Hard and unmoving
Unmoveable but for time
Beauty in its roughest form

So I stand in the path of the waves to come
With new resolve and certainness I have never had
For one day I will be a beach again
So that when that wave comes I can absorb it in all its fury

Be a beach again…