as the theater empties out,
water running to the safety
and security of the ocean
of its kind, I imagine the words
between timid and timbuktu.
the moment when these lights
rise on the stage, players
devoted to what they love,
and those storming seas
roaring to see what life
is like on shore. all pleasures
floating in the cool air,
putting the foaming waters
to rest with approaching beaches.
it is magical; full of nothing but
sand castles and cloud animals,
turning the mundane into a strange
experiment in taming nature.
but soon, the clouds turn to overcast.
and the roaring sea returns
in high tide. quickly demolishing
our castles, and rolling back to sea,
wholly unchanged and unaware.