Green

Green, gray, blue and white

shine the changing colors of the midday sea

cycling with waves 

under and over me

i tumble and roll , i try to come on top

the sea comes back

to toy with me

there is no way i can resist

the force and the persistence

overwhelm me

and i am ready to get out and go

keeping some tiny sparks of hope

I will be welcome to return tomorrow

and then she changes mind

and kisses with her gentle foam

depositing white laces to my feet

she makes the babies playing on the shore

giggle at their superpowers

 to  find water under sand,

she feeds the skinny pipers 

that depend on her

for their survival

she makes me wonder if beyond her pride

she might repent for her mistakes

but no, she will not admit

instead she gives me one more push 

that sits me firmly on the sand

why  did i ever think

she might repent

have i not learned that in her glory 

she is the reigning queen of waves and sand

and master crafter of eternal stories