where the sea runs backwards

i have seen the surge of the sea
run backwards

i have seen the broad delta of my consciousness
its sediment rinsed clean by those waves

i have seen waves converge into a running tide
cross my path at a particular moment
healing

i have played in the surf of emotions
refusing to numb or defend
feeling

i have felt the crushing torrent the overwhelming weight
and learned to favor the buoyancy of acceptance
over the anchor of fear

i have seen the monolith of my love
support life
deny storms
survive

the sea does not stand still nor suffer those who try
sand slides beneath feet
changing

except love
stands
still
strong