After my father toured what would become our neighborhood in Fairfax, California, he knocked on the nearest door and asked the man who answered if it was nice living there.
That man told me this ... [+]
That man told me this ... [+]
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?
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