Waves
Waves crash again,
again, again
on rocks, on cliffs, on bluffs,
on mud, on sand
through estuary, through
beach, through dry land.
Pulse throbs again,
again, again
through ventricles, through
veins, through muscles and skin
The fascia of the earth
holds form together
until the waves crash
through substance
the pulse breaks through
the blocks inside
and out.
Erosion of form
of pain, of loss,
of resistance.
Crash again, again,
again
Until all that’s left
is space.
