The Life of a Wave

(The sea is cruel and endless and too too blue. )

Wave: Why was I born?

Wave: I was born to break. Unless!!…unless you think I may never break, I may be the exception, I may make it, I may move on past the sand, past the beach, over the dunes, across roads, through traffic, past parking lots, through fields and forests, across lawns and cities, over mountains, through deserts, to the edge of the world, through the ether, past the moon, moving through space, infinitely, forever, the wave which never breaks…

(The curtain falls. The wave takes a bow, then breaks.)

Sampson Starkweather at Notnostrums