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These waves came in at Owenahincha in West Cork

The Waves

Pz-avatarby Niall Finn29 Oct 2013

Apprehension, excitement.
The rolling waves
Threaten to overwhelm us.
The plaques on walls, reminders.
Through the prickly heather,
The windy weather.
Separate but together.
The house’s warm decay
Merges and safely holds us.
Deep water, boiling, bubbling,
Surging power.
Breathe deeply, let it flow.
We are our own vessels.
What surprised me was that
The waves had to stop at the shore.
For all their crashing power
They were forced to turn
And turn once more.
Everything can be contained
And yet my tears quietly flow.