Waves

Who can convince the sea to be reasonable?

What’s it get from demolishing blue amber, green granite?

And why so many wrinkles and so many holes in the rock?

— Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions, translated by William O’Daly

Why do the waves ask me the same questions I ask them?

And why do they strike the rock with so much wasted passion?

Don’t they get tired of repeating their declaration to the sand?

–Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions, translated by William O’Daly

Photographed May 3, 2019