On The Shore

P1110571The shore lies in stillness
a palette for the work of water.
Rocks live free from concern.

Pounding surf or soft caress
of gentle waves –
all the same to rock and shore.

What appears destruction
is only rearrangement –
shocking to brittle minds.

Rock will crumble to sand,
sand will dissolve in water,
and the ocean is all there is.

© poem and photo by caf