At Lake Michigan, Chicago



In silence, I sit and

  watch waves with no end

     burst forth,

as if ululating.

I sit and watch and wait

         as

inexorably they crash

 and dash

  then break forth

  to crash and dash again:

never retreating, 

always seeking,

  frantically searching,

seemingly reaching,

     groping 

    toward

        unseen respite and 

     unknowable sources:

        Infinity.

I sit and watch

  and wait. 



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