The Myth
of the Millionth Wave
James Michael
Robbins
It begins
with the loneliness
Of the solitary figure in the cliffs
Staring as the waves swell
Toward their deaths
The unbearable
waiting
For a return from the sea
Even when it is know
There is no return
That grows
and is dashed
Over and over
On the rocks of the mind
And grows again
Until belief
in the vigil
Becomes more than the vigil itself
A reason for expectation
And the counting begins.
The
2River View, 1_1 (Fall 1996)
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