Back to My Roots.

Back to my roots

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I must soon return 

to that moving place, 

that dwarfs me with 

its awesome space,

stretching far beyond 

my sandy base 

it puts great peace 

upon my face, 

this oceanside 

so full of grace, 

each sweeping wave 

erodes the land 

and turns large 

boulders into sand, 

and lays a carpet 

at my feet,

unnumbered grains 

of sand compete

to grip the shoreline 

at my feet

till they are gone

when huge waves sweep

them back to ocean
floors so deep

in endless conquest 
and defeat

the restless tide 
it never sleeps

it leaves me 
dwarfed, a tiny speck

as I'm baptized 
in its effects

it splashes me 
up to my neck

as I float like 
driftwood from a wreck

dogpaddling with 

deep respect

my efforts keep 

my life in check

one muscle cramps 

and I am through 

It's here I know 

that all I do, 

just like the shells 

are cast out too, 

clinging with fervent 

grips to dreams, 

some stay and 

others are swept clean,

they say from 

oceans life emerged

but even landbound 

men are purged

by all the waves 

that life brings down, 

of grief and joy, 

each time around,

until at last we're 

someday found,

buried in drifts 

beneath a mound,

of all that was and 

what will be's 

on heavens shores, 

eternally.