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The Sea
The wide sea swells with muscular power:
surges under thundering clouds.
Waves
in chaos
rush and tower,
careless of steepness,
smash
in whirls of foam,
slam
on slabs of rock.
Until
tiring,
sighing as
rays of sunlight slice
a shredded grey sky,
the sea’s scaly skin sparkles:
the monster settles in rest.
Vast and deep are the mighty seas that roar.
Yet, at curving edges, surfers ride waves,
landing softly on sandy shores.
Sleeping under an afternoon haze, the sea stretches
between headlands: salty ocean beneath the sky’s hot breath.
A toddler with his mother is paddling in the shallows,
where little ripples run up the beach now the storms are gone.
Copyright ©
Jeanette Swan
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