waves

waves flow in
and waves flow out

sometimes violently
caught in sharp winds of storms
sometimes peaceably

sometimes warm
and sometimes cold
in and out they go

sometimes they mark
the rocks they beat against
a small whisper of
i was here once upon a time
i was a part of your story

a poetic parallel to life
because things touch us sometimes
metaphorical storms and sunshine
seasons of warmth and cold
periods of conditions too mild to comment on
and still they leave in the turn of the tide

waves flow in
and waves flow out

there’s something tragic in that
but comforting all the same