Waves

Rising up into the air
Then crashing on the sand
Advancing suddenly before
Retreating from the land
So small and yet so powerful
So peaceful yet chaotic
Appearing dark from far away
Like some old bathtub tonic
But when opposed it changes to
A broth of foamy white
With currents changing swiftly
Feathers glinting in the light.

Image courtesy pxhere.com

Writer. Actor. Director. Chalk artist. YouTuber. Nerdfighter. Traveler. Pansexual. Genderfluid. Millennial. Socialist. Living a complex life beyond those words.

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