This tidal wave that rushes in
Will carry with it on its way out,
A stray sandal and a beach towel.
The child who’s lost their belongings
Cries out as if to remonstrate,
A mirroring played out
For the benefit of no one.

Meanwhile what’s left behind
Seemingly untouched, perfectly intact –
The devastation of a broken shell
From the power of a far greater swell
Than what the ocean and his coy bride
Have birthed in this boisterous tide.