Rise And Fall
Your frothy feet run onto the sand
licking up pebbles
and just a fast as you rise
I love the sameness
I love the change
I hear the uncertainty in your coming
I hear the certainty in your retreat.
When I am filled with dread with what might be
You rush in
but you always fall back.
I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.