Waves cresting sharply against a driving west wind.
Green drab, opaque brown, rising like a wall, curling,
sending a mane of spray, shiny with rainbows, up and
back as they collapse in a smother of foam.
Next wave rising up behind, ready to take its turn.
Quiet lull as water rushes out.
Big ones rise, begin to curl far out, rushing inwards in a
building crescendo, before spilling in a flurry, spending
force with abandon, creaming the surface, its visible
breath wreathed in prismatic color, hangs in air before
dissipating in a relaxation as it succumbs to gravity in a
Place transforms before our eyes, low, confused in roiling
arrays of wash that hold their shape, their form, as they
walk inwards towards the shore.
Walls of water, like horses, vaulting themselves over barr-
iers – they take shape for a lingering instant before crash-
They present a moment of clarity. Being, not becoming.
A moment returning, repeating, inexhaustible, never
twice the same.
We try to capture them, to hold them in memory.
An impossible complexity, too rich, too fleeting to be
This phase itself passing – calm will return, darkness, a
change of tide, of wind….
This phase demands attention.
Edges, surfaces, lines of force, each movement there in its
predecessor holding its following moment in an incessant
Curling breakers inspire, wind hard against their faces,
exhaling in great gouts of spray, leaving rainbows lunging,
refracting golden light into all its parts, colors scattered
over sea and sky share, feeding off the sun now setting,
source of wind, source of waves, of all that make up this
Rainbows arching, and falling, expire.