The waves

The ocean builds enough momentum underneath the water
and heads for shore
The mystical blues and deep purples of the water hold a story
No force can stop it, for it is part of a cycle

I sit on the shoreline I can see what is about to happen
I feel it
I smell it
I can taste it
Nothing can stop it so I clinch and wait

The power that races forward: it's real
and it's beautiful
but it frightens me
I do not know if this wave will be more powerful than the last.

Finally the moment comes for the waves to form
And funny how the the deep blue and purple waters transform into a light turquoise and soft ruffles of white outline the top
What comes from below often surfaces
But it transforms in the process

The wave once mystical and strong crashes to the shoreline and recedes
I often think of it as a force so powerful the world cannot accept and must throw back into the ocean
I can relate.

And for a slight moment there is a calmness from the vantage point of shore.
A release
A second of freedom
A glimpse of calmness

I like those moments.
But they will not come without the powerful crashing of the waves....