Gregor Impending
Powerful, these blitzing beams -
Scorching rays that gleam
Upon raging surf.
Collision of wave and rock -
Resounding, hissing spray:
The fireworks of the sea.
These waves halt for no one.
I am a speck...
A miniscule spot of corroded sand
Nestled within the endless shore.
But that I were a slab of stone -
Fiercely contesting the tide:
Foam and algae markers of will.
Odysseus strings his fatal bow
While I await my metamorphosis:
Where is Kafka when you need him?
Copyright © Sheridan Spence | Year Posted 2015
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