Waves of Her

waves,

soft on the sand,

their satiny palms rub

the ache of time

from the shoreline’s

back. The humans are cruel

to her. They bury their bodies

in her, make castles

on her, pluck stones and shells

from her, fill jars

with her, a morbid display

of her

earthen body parts.

And still, she lets them

go. The waves cleanse

the ache of

humans,

remind her

all things come in

waves.