Riding the Wave

This poem was inspired by the confluence of two things, the first was a response a friend made to me when I was expressing my frustration with the manifestation of apocalypse and how it seemed so hard to thrive in these conditions: “We’ve got to learn to ride the wave.” The second thing was coming across the striking scene of this mural of The Great Wave off Kanagawa on the wall of a building in Denmark Hill (by Dominic Swords) with the full. moon overhead, seeming to ride the wave that it made…

Riding the Wave

Here’s the Moon
Riding the wave that it made
Much like we must
Ride the wave that we’ve made

The wave of tumult
The tides of consequence
Of ancestors pilfering the Land
Of ancestors pleading for the Land

Now the storm brews
Buffets and bleeds
Torrents tearing through the Land
A terrifying tide twisting the Land
Stagnation stays with election selections

Yet the tide is turned
…with our collective connections
Small steps, here, there
A surge of small choices
Amongst us together,
A new wave made,
We ride

Here’s the Moon
Riding the wave that it made
Much like we must
Ride the wave that we’ve made

© 2024 Samir Malak