At night,
the sea closes in,
foams, roils, hisses,
messes with the shore,
deconstructs, rebuilds, disorders, sweeps away.

The shore surrenders,
becomes the sea's pawn, it's patsy,
will-less before the movement of water and waves,
of change, relentless and indifferent.

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.