how does it know to move
just enough to kiss the shore
then pull back like a lover
leaving you wanting always more
it speaks in whispers or wails
soft lullabies turn to roaring screams
depending on the pull of moons
depending on your place in time
it is both mother and monster
offering life with one hand
taking it back with the other
as if to teach us balance
whoever carved this world knew
what it meant to hold opposites
to lace chaos with calm so carefully
that we would call it beautiful