waves are days
oft high and strong
birds, dolphin, sunshine
then low and weak
dribbling towards dark sands

waves never cease
lines upon lines
born from the Great Grey
the primordial Before
only to crash and disappear
no Before or After
just gone

like the day you just had
or the days you will have
each unique in power and shape
some slow and lazy, unnoticed
others fast and energetic, loud

whence the first wave?
lifting, curling, crashing
absorbed by sand and cliff
sucked back into Slate Abyss
reunited with bird and dolphin
sunshine, moonshine, shadow
then reformed, relaunched
born again

an eternal cycle
days coming, going
days dying, not dying
waves Before and After
entering and exiting
not the same, then same
One

– by MJB