You, Ocean

The intention is to divide, sow chaos and discord.

But you are compassionate, sane and informed.

There is no headline here:

You are the ocean polishing stones, carving the block. No hurry. You. Ocean.

You are waves rolling granite, ever in motion. You are one eternal motion, defining time. You leave a feather on the sand, that’s all.

You are sculpting the sandstone, in collaboration with the wind. You. Patient sculptor.

There is no division, no chaos, no anxiety here, beneath the surface spray.

Rising. Falling. Lifting with the wave and gently setting your bare feet back down into the cool pebbly ocean floor.

You. Ocean. Centered. Grounded in the elements.

Down where the whales dive -that’s how deep you go.

You. Ocean. Tides. Full moon. Day and night observing.

If you need to be a hermit crab, grab an empty shell and park on a pebble. I’ll be just a swirly tide pool away.

You. Ocean. Gravity. Grounded.

Peace.

Hermit crab- compliments on your extremely tasteful garden of polished stones out front. Nice.