a poem about having expectancy not expectations. we are waves tumbling into shore, living at different tempos, arriving in our own time. when we reach the sand may we be grateful of the opportunity that awaits; may we dance in tide pools, embrace each shell. may we not succumb to bitterness that the salt spray is our constant companion, but find in one another reason to celebrate. arrival points become departure points until we arrive again, each in our own time. |