Roll Tide, Roll

You’re a deep subject for my shallow mind.

But you roll through me like high tide,

Leaving debris on my shoreline.

One piece of driftwood stands alone,

Something beautiful that catches my eye.

The way the sun shines on it

Right now,

Breaks through deeply

To my heart.

I see it for the incredible piece of art that it is.

I’m so thankful for you.

-jenn