String Theory

On sandy beaches, I wonder:
How long until I see you as you are?
No anguish drives me,
So it's hard to move.
Do you desire my stillness?
Can I be still and still move?
Still act, still perform, still dance?
No flailing, this precise gyration;
I'm patterning on peace, on rest.
I am the slight ripple, traveling.
You, the great deep. I can't go.

You send a messenger wave
and for a moment I am undone in it.
I reform in an unshaped world
and look around
for who I am.
What a blessed chance
to begin myself again.

This time, you are a hum,
and I vibrate to you:
world-shaker, unmaker.