waiting for you to come home
is like waiting for the wave
I know will wreck me
grind me into the sand
leave me airless, blind, and shaking
waiting for the moment I turn and see you
the shimmering clear blue-green
cresting in a perfect wet curve
the cool kiss of gentle foam
the hope that tumbles in my heart
as I am slapped to ocean floor
fear, fear, fear
and yet hope commands again, weary–
rise