Wave

As mountaintops
and depressions,
I recognize her pattern.
Braving the mocking breeze
at times I balance
atop her crest.
But today she consumes
even my reflections,
deep into her troughs,
leaving no more of me.
I become a stormy speck of dust
that rages in no rhythm,
later masquerading as a gem,
as soon as the sun is out.

~ the wave of emotions creates something out of nothing…