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