Reading: Waves

The waves
Have come to see
The dunes, 
Not you;
Their business
Is not yours

Do not try to 
Count or
Compare them, or
Commit any 
One to memory;
Accept that
None are alike

Station your body
In the wet sand, 
Sentry beside the
Improvising stage; 

Brace, then
Breathe in
Cadence with the
Stampeding wash
Brushing past you
On the beat, in

Rhythm set by a 
Storm 
Born somewhere you
Will never visit

Accept that 
Their business
Is not yours; 
Accept that 
None are alike; 
Accept that
You will be moved, 
Pushed or drawn

Until you

Receive as the 
Water
Receives you, 
Your body,

Offering your
Set stubborn 
Feet, your 
Hips, back, 
Heart and 
Face, to the
Irresistible baptism
Of change

June 26, 2025