See, the sea

09.10.07

I stand on the shore;
The surf approaching, then retreating
As if it can't make up its mind.

It froths up just as it's about to break
Then disappears as fast as it had come
The earth beneath my feet seems to be moving
But I'm exactly where I was before.

A piece of dead wood floats by.
The wave raises it and goes forward
But the wood simply bobs up and down.

Surprisingly, the waves calm some;
The waves claim some.
They beckon to the adventurous and gutsy
While striking terror in others.
They can remain so still at times
But have the power to change coasts.

There are so many things in life
That are, at best, unpredictable.
All knowledge fails you at that moment
When what is to be, will be.