Susan-of-the-waves

Susan-of-the-waves

         for Susan Mikesic

And waves wash over wants
sort out her memories by size and taste
slowly polish bumps and warts;
there is no hurry fury hate
when by the dark phase of the moon thoughts reappear;
for waves do not show fear, do not hide
irate at disappointing her, her fate. They wash
old memories of dross; reveal her gems
among the rest, the best caught up in foam
and froth at water's edge
where sometimes on a sunny day
when waves are calm she wends her way
among the pebbles, barefoot on the shore
and examines healing wounds once more.

© Kåre Enga

notes to self: [164.13], written 2007.03.25; edited from original, "Waves", first posted in blog "L'aura del Campo"  [13+] entry "Waves. And blog comments ..." . Central idea: water washes away the stone.