Waves

 Waves like days roll in,

each one a fluid confluence
of wind and tide
and things we can't see, undersea,
each one worth watching
from where it forms
all the way to shore
and while it dances the sky reflection
up the beach

And the freshness of this one morning,
the one we're riding on,
breaks through our waiting senses,
splashing its delight
all the way through us.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 20, 2022