When the wave rushed through
It broke into all my coves
All my gaps, my irregularities
Day and night, it crashed
With drowning force
Spitting foam into the wind
And from my skin fell dirt, rocks, dust
Plummeting into the roiling waters
And out into the storm

And when the wave slowed
All the smooth stone was jagged
Gaps and edges and scars
And holes, so many holes
With salty streams leaking out
I was watching TV late at night
And I broke down until I sank
And when I rose, the sun was out

But still, in my darkest corners
I hear the echoing rush of water
Down where no light can reach
In some new cove behind my eyes
And I think,
It’s true, nothing moves
But everything erodes.