The Wave

The Wave 2008 I'm unwillingly riding shotgun, on a massive rogue wave that knows nothing but to wander forever, never reaching its sun. The driver is a trusted friend, and a stranger. The sun is the wave's shore. The two of us have traveled together, longer than I can remember. I don't ever need to be reassured, that there will always be more and moreOf this endless journey. This melange of the stranger and me. This persistent participation, involving this peculiar situation. We'll float together, forever and ever. But are we destined to even catch a glimpse of the shore? Never. Our destiny is to travel continuously, leisurely, toward no destination at all. Toward our sprint to the 'non' inevitably. Like an ending, or ceasing this pretending. Maybe even actually avoiding the injury. Therefore avoiding wasted time for the mending. A.E.