The ravaged beach
The turbulent sky
And I on my buffeted perch
Witness to all this tumult
Moved, again, by wonder
And I on my buffeted perch
Witness to all this tumult
Moved, again, by wonder
Unmoved by the tides
Steadfast in the currents
An oasis of calm in the tumult
The waves break upon me
Then slide back to the ocean
Their energy dissipated
Until the sea itself
Is becalmed
Storm abates
Combatants retire
Skies clear
Calm returns
In this now
A future undeniable
A faith unassailable
A love unequivocal
I stand with you
Will you stand with me?
A couple dares the ocean
To douse their sneakers
Which it will no doubt oblige
Her morning walks allow no thought
For the outcomes of such imprudent wagers
Just the waves the sand and the wind
Now on the homeward leg to shower and eat
Then off to work six days a week
At the cafe with its cliches and charm
Where she serves many a breakfast
To tourists and their soggy feet
But for the gulls
Soaring with graceful ardour
Placid amidst the tumult
Splish splash
Boat at anchor
On the sea
Roly poly
Float the logs
Storms set free
Some things
Were born of the tempest
And their beauty lies
In the storm
Hands pocketed
Shoulders hunched
Voices hushed
They’re a beautiful sight
These denizens of stormy weather
There’s a strength
In their solemn wonder
Here where nature runs her course
Indifferent to the human presence
While the humans revel quietly
In hers