The Ebb and Swell of Change

Just sitting here in silence, alone and unhurried

on this stretch of sand where the land

meets the sea this New Year’s Day,

watching the tides swell and ebb, swell

and ebb, fighting the moon’s pull;

a soft roar builds and a smooth hush

of sand caressed answers, steadfast.

Pale orb hanging in my nighttime sky, silent, too,

may I be the sand in this world’s ocean swell

and ebb, caressed, soothing and steadfast.