GARY FISH
THE WAVE
Like life don't give up.
The bay is calm,
Not a breath of wind
Yet the waves still break on the shore.
Building their strength silently
Off in the distance.
The tell tale signs of the winds building
Is seen by the ripples on the water.
The wind builds
The ripples become waves that move towards the shore
They seem to throw themselves
Aimlessly at the shore
Wave after wave
They don’t let up.
What is their purpose?
What are they trying to do?
They try to climb the shore
They don’t give up.
Then as the tide retreats
The waves retreat
And if the wind continue to blow
The waves will return with their never ending attack on the shore
They don’t give up.
They retreat,
Regroup,
Then return
They are there but can’t be seen when the bay is calm
The wave is a mystery.
What is its goal?
What is its purpose?
It doesn’t matter.
A wave is a wave,
It can be anything
The mind wants it to be.
A wave
It is individual
Take time to watch them one day
The wave,
It is beautiful
Just like life
Don’t give up