At the edge of the seashore
hemline reaching well above the knee
Breath held, I behold the distant sea
stretching far beyond my mind;
slowly gathering the waves, which
will pass my toe, that
has just drawn a line___
In that act, I have defined
my small protest, against the might
of great waves, that gather, flow
recoup, regather, reflow
forming a tidal wave
rushing in frenzy,
to cross my line.
Spent, now mere wash and foam
the line gone, waves leave me behind.
Victor or vanquished, another day
another time, I will again draw
With my toe, another line___
[Copyright Dated: Feb 09,2005 ]
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