waves at least this tall

by strannikov

the mountains did change

became looming purplish waves

their spray washes us

we rinse slow 'neath lifted waves

that must be at least this tall.


stones boulders and rocks

with the water tumbling low

gravity's appeal

to all who their level find

no matter how deep the sink.


these waves must go dark

to hide the departing sun

clouds hide the escape

these waves become black or worse—

the troughs where we bury sight.


these waves toss off clouds

whipping them our way, surprise

at all things that slide

entire gullies, ridges, bluffs

can slide down one night's dark throat.


glittering surf shows time's shape

morning tides show shapes of waves

breeze softer than floating gulls

caresses this other coast

lifting coast for lifted waves.