the tide shifts

no matter the wind

devoid of purpose

abandoning the surface

nothing more than earth

nothing less than sea

here the earth crawls on

content, no matter the era,

content, no matter the residents,

nothing more than sand and rain

nothing more than her constant breath

there is nothing greater than this,

nothing more precious than life’s pulse,

no matter the daylight

no matter the moonlight,

the tide shifts,

earth crawls on

her breath speaking of hope

summoning all her residents:

“before this, there was nothing more than this”