Monday, September 10, 2012

The Sea

The sea is violent,
whipping winds,
foamy waves,
frothing at the mouth.
Sea monster.
The tide turns,
slippery flying fish glide over a cool wake,
screaming gulls echo in pursuit,
and a delicate crab tiptoes deep into black.
Eels gracefully ease between jetti rocks,
endless and invisible in length.
High, low, ebb, flow
quiet your mind.
Rhythmic wave after wave after wave,
shush, shush, shush,
lapping and licking
the shores of my heart.

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