seventeen

The sea laps the rocks, quiet

There is peace in the water

I tread on the wet sand,

remembering a time of glory and past

Future coming to me as a breeze filled with salt

And I feel as a Creator...

Given peace by the crashing of waves on the shore

By the turmoil of billions of atoms

Individual, scattered and pointless.

I am an atom of that water

Dragged by forces I cannot understand

Spinning in a cloud of possibility

And yet I move,

and yet I love,

and yet I feel