We sometimes forget how so little separates so much.
Like the thin strip of beach house estates
dangling between the calm bay and the endless ocean waves.
They think that their beach houses are one with the wind,
like the dunes and the currents
that seem made with purpose and pride and God’s good intent in mind.
They think that they’ve dug in for good.
They don’t think that it’s all just mud over rock.
Just sticks in the breeze.
But why alter such a lovely scene?
Why change the calm bay before the endless ocean waves?
Why upend what has always worked so well?