“And darling we will be fine, but what was yours and mine
appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes /
But if it’s all just the same, then will you say my name,
say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks?” ~ Joanna Newsom
Moments ebb and flow, swelling regularly
Peaks of inspiration, emotion inevitably fall into lulls,
forming troughs of calm or disconnectedness.
Salt water brimming, overflowing in drops, maybe rivulets:
pressure released, gravity wins.
Some times a slow surge, a glassy-smooth sailing:
thin clear sheet shining the sand.
Each one unique but behaving the same, following familiar energetic patterns:
Climax, crest, curl, collapse.
Reach out, retreat, repeat.