The bigger picture

 

The wavelet had frolicked for hours that day

with no cause at all to be wary

when met by a vision just metres away

so dire and so terribly scary.

 

A larger wave surging from somewhere behind

could sense little wave’s consternation.

It said, “You look anxious and if you don’t mind

let’s pause for a brief conversation”

 

“But look at that beach and you’ll see what’s in store,”

said little wave, helplessly crying.

“Those waves up ahead have all crashed on the shore.

I tell you, we waves are all dying!”

 

The little wave quivered in utter despair.

“I’m frightened to death,” it persisted .

“I know I’ll expire on that sand over there

with nothing to show I existed.”

 

“Relax”, said the larger wave, “go with the flow,

there’s no need for all this commotion.

You’re not a forgettable ripple, you know…

you’re part of a beautiful ocean.

 

Jenny Erlanger

Jenny said: This poem is based on a tale told by  Morrie Schwartz in the book, “Tuesdays with Morrie” by Mitch Albom.