Braided streams,

Carving fissures on rocks,

Shifting recklessly

to an endless surf,

Retreating into smoke on sand,

and uniting, finally,

In a dreamy surreal mist.


Is it myself I see,
In the coarse sands
Longing to meet
Swelling waves,
mighty oceans,
Knowing very well
I could be washed away?
But then, just how far
can it take me?