a wave

I met a wave last night
Face on
Confronted her
Ambivalent swelling
In the dark
Among more gentle forces
Rolling in the fog:

Dammed trappings
Aural flow, canyons
Melting
Ice trays sliding,
Scolding displays
(of affection)
Turbines churning, continuously
Recycled
Scum greening
Silt lines in
Swimming pools
Every season
Baptized cool, dripping
In drought

The wave passed
But not before
I felt the current
Roll me
Like a marble
In a game
Of chance,
Split me
In two
And send me swimming
In opposite directions





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