[a few poems]

white waves

i am snow. i pile high and higher on the ground.

you are wind. you change everything you touch.

yes, i am frozen; the pale skeleton of what i used to be.

and yet, do you still change me?

no longer do i climb up high along the shore,

no longer do i leave my mark along the sand.

no longer am i clear blue water- no.

you made me soar, you made me crash, you left me still-

but now i stand my ground.

yes, i am frozen; the pale skeleton of what i used to be.

i am unchanging.

you pass right overhead, leaving me untouched

excpert for tiny flattened waves just upon the surface-

almost more like cracks upon my delicate face.

yes, even though i am frozen

i will always be mostly what i was.