Ceridwen

She contemplates the ocean waves

Formed of myriad drops of water

Like words combined, peak and hurl

Themselves at the expectant sand

Mouillant and shining in sunlight.

Are they absorbed and transformed

Or slide back to sea to try again.

Endless permutations exist in theory,

A ponderous weight flowing

Toward the waiting land

To be accepted or denied.

She sits before the shore with

Poems strewn around her

Like seashells.

Ceridwen is Welsh for Fair Poetry. © Apr 2019, Jan Ross