The Seventh Wave

Oceans harbor many mysteries, some say too much. Wave ends reach out to powdery sands, gentle foamy touch. Beachcombers muse the seventh is always the largest wave, Believing science isn't certain, it's only for the brave. The universe teaches nature's rules, which seem so immutable. Quantum particles always move, is their existence refutable? Too early we learn principles not to doubt, It's what certainty's absurdity is all about. If you can't count on how waves come in, How then does truth ever begin? Calm down, calm down: learn to let it go, Some find happiness with what they already know. Watch the Sanderlings on the beach, see how they behave, You'll find your truth well enough, the joy you dearly crave.