• there is a smooth, worn piece of driftwood
    one end sticking out of the soft sand
    half in the surf, fighting a losing battle
    against wave after wave.

    Tendrils of water seems to pull the tide
    up as it grabs ravenously for the one
    solitary piece of wood, but still it
    resists the water’s unrelenting advances.

    Again, and again, the tendrils reach up for it,
    and the ocean itself seems to crash
    against the driftwood’s defenses,
    and when even that fails, the ocean
    simply just envelopes the twig and pulls it out.

    However, the sea can maintain
    high tide for only so long,
    and as the sea rushes back out,
    the piece of wood sinks back down
    back into its sandy crevice,
    where it awaits the next time
    the sea comes to fight again.