The Sea and the Seashore

For years the sea has collided against this shoreline,
Buffeting the sand and rock of the coast in the
Storm seasons.

The sea asking the shoreline to relinquish it's solid nature.
To be less still and unyeilding.
To give way more easily
And surrender to the flow and watery cacophony
Embodied by the ocean swells.
Insistent that she change quickly and constantly like the
Briny blue itself.

But the shore remained stoic,
Unchanged,
Convinced of the sameness of her world of earth and stone.
All the while wondering at the sea's ability to
Churn and crash at her shores so diligently.
The always changing tides
Bewildering.
And she quietly begged for silence, stillness,
Sameness.

Both were missing the point,
That the sea and the shore are not
Separate beings,
But elements made of the same cosmic stuff.
One stretching above and
One reaching forever below the other,
For miles.
Never breaking contact.
Engulfing and supporting the other.
Different, but never truly distinct,
Both moving and changing
In their different ways.
And needing one another's edges to find their own.