The Very Reason Why

Why do we
Say waves
are breaking
when in breaking
there is aching.
For the waves
they seem to
rise and spill
and glide and slide
as healing
arching arms
to meet the
softly softly
supple shores
Why do we say
every breaking wave
Not all I want is you
Not every looping
quirk of ocean
in a sapphire cloak
with Emeralds on
the edge of light
With a flounce
of frothing lace
around the wrists
of waltzing shapes.
Why do we say breaking
even in our broken days
Even in our thrashing about
neglect of that majesty.
Might we not see
life in waves
wild in waves
the very reason why in waves
and then make it matter all the more.