way to go

if you loved the ripples,
emotions thrashing
at the beach of life,
accepted them in their
entirety,

if you loved the sand,
the sun, and the salt;
the whole that came
along,
then,
with each making and
breaking of the streams,
you could see a sea change
in the way you’d behold
the world and that’d set you
free,

even if it were for a moment,

waves rocking as clouds,
like the Stone of Sisyphus,
an exhilarating experience,
a blissful boon, not
a perpetual curse.