Sometimes I think life is all a mad rush. We are borne along and thrill to the ride. It all storms past in a great blur and you are swamped by it.

We seek to make it brighter and more vivid by taking risks and seeking thrills for we know that looming before us the seas grow quiet and we will be washed up on the shore.

A WAVE

There is this wave

Called life

We seek to ride,

To slide

To it’s summit

And career above

The trough,

Some to hang over

The edge,

Thrilling

To the sight

Of the drop,

As we rush

Forever on

Holding our position

At the brink.

 

Then some

Would seek to raise

The very ocean

So that it might

All become

The crest of the

Greatest wave

The sea has ever seen.

Though we are doomed

To find

We have smoothed

The squall

To languid calm

Through the course

Of all our time.

 

OPHER 10.1.98