Lap Upon Your Shore
Everyone has wanted a piece of you
till there would be no pieces left, I thought.
I have watched you proceed and recede
As age washes up on your coast.
After all these years, and years yet to go
At one time swimming, then treading water
Now being carried by currents
finding ourselves; finding ourselves near.
The tide laps upon your shore
Sometimes washing up debris,
Sometimes washing away sand,
Continually changing; always transfiguring.
And I have lapped at your shore
with the daily tides of presence;
And who can know the imperceptible ways
We have transformed each other?
Slowly have we eroded our rocky outcrops
Leisurely have we smoothed the rough surfaces
Languorously have we drifted
Within the stream of our time.
Let it all wash away then dear friend;
Let is all go as it came;
Let the beach be indifferent to ebb and flow
As the tide laps upon your shore.