A view of the ocean
reminds me of relationships 
I watch the rocks either 
being kissed by the waters
ever so gently
again and again
Or the rocks being pounded 
into a form of submission 
by an insistent ocean
ever so violently 
again and again
The rocks never move
The ocean never gives up
And yet…the rocks erode …over time
There’s a lesson in there somewhere 
I’ll ponder it later…maybe in a poem
I carry on with my walk under 
the hot summer sun
leaving rock and ocean 
relationships behind me.
©Vivian Zems

Poets United- Midweek Motif- Summer

Day 25