At the turn of the tide
the surf was wild!
It peeled over itself
in rolls, piled up
rushing at the edge
of this fragile island
Swells converged
combined their strength
and pounded the stones
in deep tones of bass percussion
I could feel it through my feet
and I too, became fragile
a mere filament
a blown blade of the verge
exposed to shiver and bend to its energy
my mind driftwood on its motion
In surrender I was buffeted in its element
willingly I tumbled upon its rumbling viscosity
surface tension exploding on flint nodes
impact dissolution!
In yearning sympathy
my body too, lost its solidity
It caved in as I gave in to its power
and in my dissolution
my energy was scattered to the surf and wind
Diffuse and disparate
I let go of location and abandoned myself
Marooned though I was
in my own fragile island