Parts Of Me Crash

Parts of me crash onto rocks and foam into a trickle of white water.

Expanses of me float calm blue and tranquil holding an ocean together creating a horizon painted deep turquoise.

I surge ebb and flow magnetically attracted to the shore forever curling forward racing myself to the edges of me.

I flood in I dry back out in a never ending tick tock of gravity and waves.

Both deep and shallow I am capable of sustaining and nourishing.

But I can also destroy under and above the seams of this heaving water.

There is a beat to me – a pulse that never stops.

My form is not finite.

There is not one moment when I stop and say “Ah yes this is how I am.”

Depending on the angle you look at me from I am motionless or steady or whipped and rocky.

This colour of my beauty is breathtaking.

How can I be this blue?

Like a mirror I shimmer in the moonlight.

My depths will never be reached or explored fully.

I have the ability to work with the wind join hands in combat and dance or destroy as quickly as I create.

I am the depository of all rivers, streams, creeks and lakes.

You pour your waste into me and I filter it with sand, salt and the sun.

The wind and the waves regenerate what I break down.

And the cycle continues.