The Superstitious Wave

On a lovely
shore -
in a land that time forgot,
there was a wave
of water,
who had free will.

Every day,
wave in, wave out,
rhythmic motion,
beloved sun and moon.

Then came
the thing, the thing
that didn't know it,
the thing
that hadn't a clue.

Wave washed a
brilliant coconut,
onto the rocks, so it broke
in two, ready to be
savoured by the thing,
a perfect
offering on the sunny shore.

The Gods said:
"What hospitality!"
The ease of survival,
it is, to listen to the
wave, so they
praised it's works.

The thing turned up
it's nose and said:
"It's broken,
on your tide so high."
It dismissed the
offering for its
free will,
alone.

Now the Gods agreed with
no such thing, but
the wave, began
to doubt the
inherently good offering.

It moved in an
"other" way,
foreign to its own,
to appease the
thing, that had called
it not his own,
resisting the
natural order.

Ripples of chaos
changed the order
and persisted -
until the other
waves of distant
oceans, came to
assist, understanding
inherently,
what was needed.

"You there,
you think to leave us -
unwelcomed by the thing
as you are,
But in your leaving you
bring us running,
only because of
a thing's decree."

The wave flowed
into the others -
the now gentle sea
it was part of -
The waves
around it joined
in the moonlit,
low tide.

"The thing
would find fault
even in this" said
the waves
from the other
ocean.

The wave -
meditated -
coming to know
wisdom when it heard
it,
and flowed freely again.

And the thing
had never given
the wave a second
thought,
only gone off
"thinging" somewhere
else.


© Monika Roleff 2005