Missing Mass Motion

I miss the violence of the ocean

Its relentless release of energy

Pounding at the senses

At a distance

Playing safe

Motion trapped in sensation

Salty my own leaks

Gentle it breaks at my feet

I miss the beauty of the ocean

Its relentless push and pull

Pounding uninterrupted

Coming in close

Playing safe

Motion trapped in meditation

Sweet the sun on bare skin

Gentle friction creates fine sand

I miss the company of the ocean

Its relentless patience

Pounding inside

Coming together

Playing safe

Motion slowly distilled

Sweet the tickling sweat

Gentle ideas counteract wild cries

By Simone B. Naik Noemdoe