to harbor good...

[sashasweety]

sinking sailing oceans churning
water floating boats are surfing
washing waves the glass is softened
given frost in turned so often
the crash scares no one
the ocean is settled
used to the noise
created by its power
Even my disturbances do not effect
it's rhythm
as the tide recedes
it leaves a wake
of sleeping snails and rippled sand
only where the sand once walked
moments before
was soft and warm upon the calluses
of my toughened feet
this sand is dark
it holds its form
will not yield to the oppression of my presence
soon, it knows, the water will return
and the salt will once again cleanse
its hidden pathways
allowing the crabs to scuttle about
continuing the rhythm
the rhythm that is the waves