The sea could be for you

A lethal exchange of life for death.

Alone and flailing in the grey green deeps

Surrounded by all the oxygen a soul could desire.

It will wipe your slate clean with a backhanded kiss.

The hand of Gaia holds life firm in a mother’s gnarled caress.

A relationship both complex, simple and true.

In embryonic form our fish self expresses young love
and fealty for the oceans that bore us so many eons ago.

Who then can fail to be thus impressed,
  by volume so vast so green so blue. 

Waves tipped with bright bubbled lash

Sparkling white and cleansing she goes her way.

Yet she is coy and playful too.

As she dices with a thousand small pebbles rattling in her foamy hiss.

I watch the swell as the deeps recede

It grows with frightening pace

Waves run in sets no two the same

To crash with giant force of might

Then back to whence they came

Their image pressed in book possessed.

To treasure and adore.

Come feel the rocks smooth surf curvaceous

Yet hard and aged in earth’s geology gleam.

Wet with the kiss of soft Atlantic swell

Can still carve land’s boundary in their dark nights work.

Defying time and expectations.

So when headache plagued and troubled beyond my capacity

I stop and listen to the slow deep rumble of captured time
cresting and full of life‘s vital essence

And It soothes me down to an instant of pure bliss.

©️david fry 24th February 2018.