Today I had this vision of a standing wave.
I know it really is only a phenomenon in physics, sound, or something
But it is told that in Montreal near Habitat 67
there is just such a standing wave (bearing the same name as the nearby landmark)
where people go surfing. Endless and reliable.
It's a cusp that keeps on cusping, a natural phenomenon
that defies its natural truth, to arrive at shore.
And yet, in its lack of motion and its paradoxical state as a wave,
there is an anticipation, as if
it could, in one moment, decide to crash to shore.