Liberty
is waves of an ocean.
Circular motions
cascading through
an open sea,
approaching the shore.
Crashing onto the beach,
it reaches with wet arms
holding onto the earth
for dear life.

The tide by moons
that pull attention
for better or worse
pulls it back
Into the endless sea
for worse--by force.
The arms scrape
against grains of sand,
eroded by time
as they are taken back
into the ocean blue--
begging, pleading for the mercy
of wavelengths
where the oceans clash again.

But one day, in Lituya Bay,
The cycle ends another way.
An uprising of dreamers
With tough, seismic schemers,
Devastate systems and shores,
Wisdoms and floors.
Seafoam in streets,
in houses, in people.
Salt goodbyes, salty eyes,
I see the seafoam.