Diving In

In the beginning,
The page is an empty space
Waiting!
Does it breathe the air of words,
Knowing its mind, an ocean?
Aching,
It holds a tsunami ready to escalate,
Wash clean.
Waves carry their burden,
All the particles,
Brushing the shells along the shore.
The sand, a dream,
Constant becoming.

Clouds gather
Covering the sun
Whatever it is
The rain
Tracks
Its prints.
This shore
We imagine
But who is this
Monster?
Fate,
Unknown.

We are often unprepared for the course our lives may take. We settle into what is, then something sweeps away our comfort. There are shades on every corner. If we are fortunate, we adapt. The story presents a strange land where we are stranded. Is this reality? What of our ability to create the person we become?

Unexpected, what of our expectations? Space and time waver; do they branch forever in a multiplicity of worlds?