Good Life

Tedium Ad Infinitum

Diurnal tides

moon the by summoned

are changing

earth the of face the

like a metronome

pulling and pushing

smashing and crashing

shores unsheltered against

moving the tiny

sand of grains

from place to place

strand the along

to and fro

forth and back

inch by inch

trace to impossible

the track they take edges the altering of continents ....

model a

patient industry!

(To be read imaginatively)