A View From The Ocean Lookout
The scale and might
is hypnotic - I almost
clamour for breath
as I look down
from the clifftop
into the churn
and deep throated rumble
of a swell heaving upwards
to gulp at rock, weed and air
in a frenzy of foam.
There is a strange
gravity exerted by such
power that seems
to pull upon the mind,
to feel my fragile life
lipped on the edge
of a plummeting drop
a mere step or stumble
away from death.
I anchor myself
to the ledge, dare to lean
forward and stare
into that which awaits
if I were to fall,
to glimpse nothingness,
oblivion or something more,
a floating shred,
the leftover foam
from the source of it all.
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