Turbulence

Tides arrive-
Scathing and dark.
Questions lash
On empty shores.

Land recedes,
Recognizing-
Answers lose relevance
In the cacophony
Of multitudes.

All night long,
A stranded land
Awaits-
A friendly tide,
A morning sun.

From an ounce of peace,
Saved-
From incessant grey tides,
Springs forth – a hope.

In the quiet sanctuary
Of hope,
Answers revel.
In these answers,
A peace.

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