up close, the wave’s a universe:
with every motion known to mind
within its transitory span,
and this one, simple moment

come see how life renews itself:
proceeding and receding, all
in times determined from without
that do not change the beauty of
the wave, nor mar its purity,

for we are universes, too,
existing now, in motion,
coming in and going out,
each perfectly unique, and yet
a part of a larger perfect whole