that the water
is rising
is of no surprise, the ocean
with its
roar after
a week of rain,
the northeastern storm,
a thick bruise
of blue,
and yet
we step closer to it,
face in the wind.
we enjoy this
the angry tantrum
pounding the shore.
we stand on
the edge of
annihilation, but thrilled
at the chaos
of nature, we fear it,
but want more.
No comments:
Post a Comment