The Breakers

Standing on the breakers
      in the spray
      it can seem
Like the rock is winning
      holding back
      the surge the
      terrible crush
That would drag me out
     drag us all
     out, subsume
But the booming surf 
     hiss and spray
     penetrating
     spray to skin
Tells me it is otherwise—
     rock’s battle
     water’s war
To sea, to sea, to sea
     grain by grain
But I can't stand here all day
There is no fight in me.
     Sea and rock
     I am not
     so ancient.
Or… standing, wettening,
     at-tuned to
     their music
Not concussion, then, but percussion
     in the making
     and unmaking
     of the world
The song says it it ok to erode
     slowly 
     or quickly
It is ok to be sea
     for a while.