Waves

 The years rush in like waves. 

They deposit living things, gasping

for air and empty shells 

left to the elements —  for calamity

 or discovery — 

then suck back again, taking memories

 and friends and loved ones 

like sand, each pebble tugged and tossed, 

polished and lost 

on an infinite sea of time.

~ Elodie Pritchartt

01/25/21