The Breakers

The problem with words 

is that they are relentless 

Whether I am there 

to hear them 

or to write them 

they are continual 

They are like the breakers 

crashing against the shore 

altering it relentlessly 

They roar 

they crash 

they woo us to sleep 

They buffet us 

with the roar 

of their anger 

They console us 

with their susurration 

they lull us 

with their whispers 

Unceasingly 

Enrage me 

soothe me 

hold me 

lift me 

Let me stand 

in the spray 

Show me passion 

and fire 

Surround me 

love me 

Return to me 

when I think 

you have emptied yourself 

Pull back 

just long enough 

to allow me to think 

the storm has passed 

Crash against me 

with loud and sudden 

unavoidable moments 

of clarity 

Build 

layer upon layer 

until something new exists 

where nothing stood before 

Come to me 

words like the waves 

change me ever 

The blessing of words 

is that they are relentless 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

September 13, 2026