Keep Breaking

The dune,
once held by the roots
of the tall sea grass,
is gone.

Boardwalks,
that connected houses
to sandcastles and bonfires,
end in midair.

Craggy rocks,
revealed as the foundation
of the soaring sands,
stand resolute.

The waves,
uncertain if they acted alone
or on some unseen force,
do penance.

One house,
full of hope
and forgiveness,
rebuilds.

Another,
with the corner of its foundation
washed away,
teeters.

The dune,
which God herself
reshapes daily,
will revive.

The grass,
with leniency
or unquestioningness,
takes root again.

The waves,
forever tugged
by the moon,
keep breaking.