Fred is an arsonist—and, Fred is not an arsonist. Let me explain: Fred has thought of fire, its power and grace, for a long time. Perhaps since he was a child. He often watched fires, mesmerized by ... [+]
Swelling, falling, rising, crashing
So are the waves of the sea
Meekness and respect at low tide
Passion and strength at high
Should, I wonder, the sea long for that feeling?
The intimacy of connecting to the sands
Alas, it cannot be high tide always
As the sands need their separation
Devotedly the sea respects its wishes
regressing away into low tide
How, I ask, can the sea contain itself
Longing, wanting, desiring, needing
The feeling of high tide once again?
So are the waves of the sea
Meekness and respect at low tide
Passion and strength at high
Should, I wonder, the sea long for that feeling?
The intimacy of connecting to the sands
Alas, it cannot be high tide always
As the sands need their separation
Devotedly the sea respects its wishes
regressing away into low tide
How, I ask, can the sea contain itself
Longing, wanting, desiring, needing
The feeling of high tide once again?