It
was the beginning of time
that
caused sea to rise
and
embrace the indomitable shore
that
determined not to move
sat
in its own lethargy.
The
sea was confused;
how
could it not move
and
join in the free-flow of life
calling
out again and again.
The
sea stayed to stroke and cajole
for
perhaps a million years
and
then suddenly and quietly
a
stillness like death descended.
How
can that be? Sea rolls as before
but
no one can know the innermost soul
and
how spiritless sea can be
when
faced with such lethargy.
But
the sea still dreams of how it could be
if
the shore just got up and moved
an
inch, a foot, a yard, or miles
just
to say, “I damn well did it”.
Do
it, just do it, yes, indeed
before
the end of time!
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