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.