The silence behind the hissing seafoam as the wave recedes.

Its thundering release

An explosion on the sea floor.

Then, the slightest pause

Before its hissing refrain

Bubbles evaporate into space

Half-water, half-air, disappearing at the edge.

Seeming vascillation

In and out

Up and down

There is nothing left between the two

They never stop rotating on a single axis point

Where nothing is certain

And all is embraced.



© 2012 Bethany Webster