Sometimes we hesitate between tomorrow and today,

the burden of yesterday upon our shoulders as an ocean

wave, too heavy for a ride. Sometimes we hesitate upon

that selfsame wave, we hesitate, we linger, we listen to

the wind perhaps there is a message there before we

drown in thoughts about these waves that on and on roar

through our heads as a forgotten love, long, long forgotten

but present, each second coming, coming and again:

you see Here face in front of you, with every hand She

lays upon the beach a deadly kiss, but still this wind is

irresistible, is loud and clear and yet again we hesitate,

shall we then sing with Her this ancient melody, written

in a thousand pebbles on the shore? Sometimes we hesitate

between tomorrow and today, the burden of a yesterday

upon our shoulders as an ocean wave, but once the die is cast

we fly, O we sing, we dance and glide, no cold can hold us

back, this beach is ours and we meet our Love, we roll and

turn, become the Wave, Her arms around us, gently rocking,

Her voice a lullaby we recognize from first we entered, O

yes, and here She is, for us only for us, and up and down

we go, we roll and rock, we shout exhilarated, we enter in

Her curve, She is inviting us again, again, Her wave a womb

to live our lives so fast and faster still until the winter carries

us above the water, we have wings and eagle like we leave

the cave, invited by the Sun as if we were a newborn Star,

O yes, we shine, we shine with our new Light years and

years ahead, beyond all hesitation found our Love, finally

Home, finally homeward bound and yes, this beach is ours

this ocean now our Home, and that is all we have and all

we need, there is no hesitation in this moment because this is

indeed All we have, O, All we will have, All we will have eternally.

(written during a rain shower on the Atlantic beach, Biarritz,
Vieux-Boucau-les-Bains, Feb 2009)