Memories rise and fall
with the undulating waves.
Remembering washes over my mind,
then retreats down the wet slope of sand.
Like creation in front of me,
like creation repeating the past.
Like a flock of gulls rising together,
then landing together.
Like sensing the amenities of heaven,
or the sense of heaven.
Like practicing how to say goodbye
when it's time to leave or time to die.
Like the tide coming in and going out,
coming in and going out...
© 2017 Richard Havenga