Shorelines

Shorelines

Such admiration
for the way shorelines fall on land,
carving borders that, at times
only they themselves may cross.
Cities of birth, and rebirth,
all seen by the same small thing.
And how many cycles
before those cities too
are brought to their knees?
To the ground
in which their fathers sleep.
Deep into the ground
where the shorelines extend
their long and lazy arms.
Shorelines, with no respect
for the boundaries
the create.
Rising and falling,
but all for what?