Jetsam

Sitting on the end jetty stone
 wet to knees in higher waves 
as granite wears into aching tailbones
Toes cramp in shiver shudder cold
gripping and clawing at permafrost wind chill
like a  washed out windswept sandstone toothache 
throbbing and thundering in
captured cloudburst passion
High tide clasping wet claw reach 
at ever pulling moon brings with it 
all the feeding energies of cyclic ravenousness  
filling  rips and eddies  with teeth
and tongues of  layered hungers
And there, at the peak of all this energy, 
one sits in lonely tear filled sadness
Absolutely oblivious to any of this natural occurrence
 waiting in silence,
impervious to agonizing cold,
lost in sick, sodden,sullen, solitude,
 waiting,
simply waiting.
 An alabaster, claw hammered remnant of refuse  
on an otherwise empty section of  entrance
 to harbor and home.

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