179 A long, slow beating

Life is a long, slow beating.
Standing waist deep in the surf
taking the blows, the pounding,
taking it,
taking it,
until one last wave saves us
from the gradual wearing away,
hits us side ways,
hits us unaware
so we don’t see its wall coming,
huge, growling.
It knocks us into the mix,
washes us up on the sand,
where we lie there,
mixing with gentle, foaming ripples,
soft reminders of the fray,
as they lightly pull us by the fingers
back into the bay.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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