Written while I was in Costa Rica, 4/26/03 (great place, except for the poverty and malaria...)

Oceana

~*~

The waves crash onto
the shore,
growling, bickering,
immense and formidable
only to be halted

by the riptide.
A never-ending struggle
with the sand
as the ruined
and torn battleground
(the water turns brown)
continues on

through the ages,
unaware of all but
Selene, their
goddess, ruler, savior.

And between the waves
I can see little silvery fish
darting back and
forth, but slyly,
quickly.