i came to a halt near this wave
it came and it receeded
it came again and it washed away
brought with it some sand and some broken shells
and it washed away my felt impressions with it
it came again soaked my feet and it left again
what if this water was still?
if it never left me?
this wouldn't be my wave then...
and this ocean would not hold my many stories in its depth...

today i have no desire to look back
nor am i desperate to reach any beyonds
i just want to sit here on this shore...
live my moments and make this wave mine!