Playing With the Waves
Have you played that game along the beach, when you couldn’t or didn’t wish to get wet?
You follow the surf as it recedes, as far as possibly, you ride its heels.
Then you run back, giddy and frantic, wonder if you tempted too far this time.
Everyone ever plays the same, we don’t stop until the tide has caught us.
This is the same rhythm upon men that women tempt our unrelenting hunt.