See You as a Wave

It’s not always easy,
Although you all are waves,

To seek you in that shape,
To see that shape’s made you.

The continuity
Extends at all edges—

Periodicity
Governs where your wave breaks.

What to do with those chunks,
Quanta, spindrift, churned foam?

They’ll become waves again.
A black hound goes berserk

On the wet, empty street
With one amber streetlight.