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Waves

“Thirty spokes meet at a hub
  Whose emptiness makes the wheel
  Molded clay takes on a form
  Whose emptiness makes the vessel
  Doors and windows admit to a structure
  Whose emptiness makes the room
  As from what is comes profit
  From what isn’t comes enablement”
    ~ Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching, chapter 11

In this sea
Of our lives
These rising and falling tides
Change comes
Always through motion
In swell and ebb
A child is conceived
With hardly a sign
Beyond impassioned embrace
Catch of breath
At its peak
In this little splash
A simple miracle
A matter of molecules
A shift in hormones here
Increased cell division there
As change only gradually becomes noticeable
First in one life
Then more
Buildup of tension
Forces discharge
With breaking energy
Of new life
From old
Though no wave lasts
The relationship entangles them
As long as both exist
In this world
And longer
Than the new tide rises
To fall again
In this time
Between troughs
Come chance occasions
Where lives meet
Each at its own stage of flow
At first
With hardly a sign
Shyly
They meet and part
Meet and part
With increasing desire
Buildup of tension
As change only gradually becomes noticeable
Interactions growing slowly more powerful
More frequent
In this touch
Of bodies tensing then releasing
Backs arching then pronating
Faces in delight then rictus
Over and over
Into the back and forth motion
Of passion
Catch of breath
Riding the same sea
Of our lives
As parent-child love
Only the wavelength’s different
Though no wave lasts
Besides who holds the wave
Once it’s gone
Why long for the crest
Which even in the beginning
Of its own descent
Reveals from such height
A simple miracle
There’s no clinging
Only knowing
The next one comes

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