I know that you are there,
But I cannot see you.
I hear the ever-changing pattern
Of your waves pounding the shore,
Over and over you crash against the sand,
Breaking it into increasingly smaller pieces.
You pull shells and seaweed and dead bird bodies
Out with your current
Adding them to the detritus encased in your deep.
The tide comes and goes
Sometimes with great force and others
With amazing gentleness,
A rhythm that calls me to come look,
But I cannot see because the fog is so deep,
So encompassing that all traces of you
I yearn to walk into your embrace,
But the dark skies remind me of how very cold you are
And so I stand back, listening to your repeated call.
I want to witness your power,
Not just be here, straining to see you.
But like all things, you have your day and time.
You choose when to reveal yourself.
I have to wait until then,
Feeling bereft and alone.