We are all compelled by water
Drawn from, brought to, returning
Rocked, drip-by-drip into easing
A whisper that drowns out the world
Beckoned by the river mouth's call
And the sea's timeless rhythm
By the clash of waves, full of power
Meeting arms outstretched for battle
By comprehension of its vastness
And tippy feeling of its balance
By the unity of fluid and flow
That we cannot mimic
It flows over us, through us, beyond us
And, with its too soon turned tide
Quiets all storms
And calls us home
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