The Ocean is a Wild Beast

The ocean is a wild beast that I approach cautiously. I submit to its undertow. It makes me laugh expansively. I dive in, never turn my back, never quite relaxing. It wants to rush at me, my irises on pins and needles. A wave becomes a wall, tugs sand from my soles. Joyful duet of wind and surf, salt and coconut oil. I’d run from your potent power, when you’re enraged. But I feel coddled, serene in your sweet rock’n lullaby. pay attention, don’t be flippant. hurricane fool’s gold color of its eye’s smart furious body with draconic scales that chew up a crew, its sails with ship bodies buried, some scoundrels survive. allows for great whites to float under the riff raff afloat for seconds humorous gaff of the sea its tenderized meat hidden away in God’s shadow, a treasure. sweet rock’n lull’by for one who respects elders Moses’ mother prays as zephyr-salt, warm blue skies gently guide love back to shore