52 SONGS

...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Monday, March 14, 2016

35. The Wave

The wave a moving gray ridge
Curve from the gray horizon
And pelicans, gray too, glide just
Over its forward slope sight I
Never tire of from the water
Where I am waiting for the wave
That working with with my board
Will lift my weight from me as well
For some seconds to forget it and
Then part of the deal give it back.