A rising tide lifts all boats.
A tsunami inundates the coast.
Who are we when tears flood in?
A damned nation wailing in sin?
Or are we aboriginals bound for higher ground?
Anticipation: the lonesome, busy sound
of waves lapping against rocks.
A force of nature and man are ever locked.
She who works for waters to be calmed
pockets her tips and whispers a psalm.
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