Unrest

The great power of an ocean wave dissipates on the shore

This watery force has no grounding or hardened shape

Each part of it has no fixed binding to any other part

It flows around, under or over any mass it meets

Some ride above it's power, boats, debris even great logs

It transports glass globes, floats, plastic bottles and more

Water, like all great emotions, reconstitutes itself and never rests

It's this great capacity that gives me insight that my life with its ebbs

Will flow again and my great unrest is not forever but power waiting for the storm