A Poem a Day (462): Breakwater

Breakwater
 
We listen to the breakwater,
how it rises, the crescendo,
reckon on this even distanced beat,
the remembrance, the recall
of something other loosening time,
dizzy in the make believe below,
the rush and the hush dispersing,
the ebb and flow of truth.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 5, 2021