Such a Storm

Foam tops long lines of angry water, colors thrash, beating against the others. A mixed pallet of power from white to black and many shades between, As crest forms then is lost in the maelstrom churning round and round. It leaps, it falls, drops of water join in the billions, forming as if one mind Chasing, driving, pushing, pulling, with outrageous sound. A volume high, deafening, a crescendo, a cacophony of untamed notes, a strident music. Building up for it’s finale, rushing forward lifted high, crashing down It bursts upon the rock, unyielding and cold, immovable rock. With all its mighty surge, it is pushed back, held at bay, refused progress. Even in the face of such wrath, the rock stands tall, a wall of might, it divides The waves are parted, return to drops, fall to the sand and slide softly back into the storm. My fingers turn the switch in the silence of my car, and the screen is wiped clear, only to await the imagined encore. 2018