How murky is the sea
when its waves touch rock-bottom,
a little wind and nothing
is the same any more.
How the sky clouds
in a few moments
and the bad weather
still in our eyes looks fair.
Thus life…metamorphosis;
tree branches
change to electric pylons
soft earth
becomes too dry and cloddy
Graffiti writ on walls
then a fresh whitewash
and yet they still appeal.
Suggestions that are written
upon the sand
the breakers soar and everything,
is flattened out again,
as if it’s never been.
Wide grinning mouths
that change to snubbing noses.
Thus life
metamorphosis.