Breakwater

I am sick
of hard lines and harsh truths.
I want to be soft.
I want to be as gentle as the
tide as it leaves sun-warmed pools in the sand –
each pool a whirling universe of kind words and soft touches.
Life can thrive in such worlds –
darting and flashing through the water.
Let me love my tide-pools.
Let me make my shore a warm one.