Sitting
here with the white sea disintegrating
on the
narrowing stretch of a wide, curving beach,
one is
struck by the regularities of motion
which
still, within limits, are self validating,
because
each wave breaks with a predetermined reach
but is
still a somewhat different edition
to the
rest, despite its predictability.
Yet life,
though it may exhibit certain rhythms,
still
maintains within itself unsuspected
breaks
and sweeps and such events are never pretty,
for life
is not the same and comes through varied stems
that
twist and turn and spurt in ways that many dread.
It is
more like an examination for which
one could
not prepare: the context and the questions,
the
situations and the challenges always
without
alternatives to which one wants to switch.
One may
navigate a thousand such transitions
but the
next will be hidden by a deeper haze.
A K
Whitehead
Purston, Pontefract, Yorkshire
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