Sunday, 23 February 2014

Ocean

The rise and fall of the ocean
Is the sound of the planet breathing
Sibilant sighs
Punctured with the rough gargle of foamy gravel
Speckled with salty barks of calm and rage
As each tongue lash gouges fresh channels
Through rock and sand
In ageless splendour

I can only watch, humbled
And shake under her call
I am only human
Next to her, I have no power at all