I stand by the beach
not on sand –
today
but waves –
frozen into stillness.
I stand,
still yet shaking,
my feet on frozen waves
I see
two floes of ice
gently drifting
right before my eyes.
two floes of ice,
once one,
and
now they’re drifting
two floes of ice,
once one
and –
one day
under the sun
they will be –
gently drifting,
slowly melting,
quietly becoming
one wave
or two.
***
I turn my gaze and
I look at you.
here we are
by the beach,
two floes of ice,
gently drifting.
becoming
one wave
or two.
