The Ocean

knots and weaves windward gales quickly deceive ever moving the undertow constant curves dip in the winds and below blowing off the waters deep leaving a mist so sweet hand to cheek blue waters press further possessed by the wind willful turbines stay in sync completing the cycle shaping and sculpting the swells creating an undertow struggling to be free choose to swallow in pleasure choose to wallow with the pain an answer returns with demand beating fists upon the sand the wind answers back with violent command to the tides, to the swells, to the surges, hit the rip current so powerful, so aggressive, she intimidates all to catch the craze ocean, she see's and waves man is met sized and weighed Terry D’Arcy-Ryan