Waves pound and grind against the beach,
what lessons are there left to teach?
Rocks are grained to sand
rising swell does heave and churn.
What lessons are there left to learn?
What else to understand?
You’ve got it all before you know
piece by piece dissolves,
let’s go until you’re left alone,
like crumbling rock upon the shore
left standing, open, bleeding, raw
stripped onto the bone.
To start afresh, perhaps or just
discover truth, discover trust
do they still exist?
And when the rocks have all been ground
life’s little gems will all be found
Are there any that I’ve missed?
(Rottnest Island Autralia)