For the Love of a Physicist

[Stalker]

I am the beach, my friend,

to match each speck of vicious surf

flung from the torment of your frustration.



Those salty waves of fire.



I am the sand smoothed to

blend the tsunami in your head

with the peace of the mountain’s feet.



The shells, the crabs, the message in a bottle,

noise and spice

for interest’s sake.



I am not the harbour wall.