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The Storm Swept Through
I often write about the ocean. I went to see a museum exhibit, yesterday, “Dutch Art in a Global Age.” The paintings of sailboats on the sea caught my attention. Breathtaking and romantic, admired them up closely, then from the center of the room. One artist was Ludolf Bakhuizen and his painting was “Ships in a Gale on the IJ before the City of Amsterdam.”
THE STORM SWEPT THROUGH
the storm swept
through
sails white & gray
clouds
competing
ebb & flow
of catawampus rain
the heave-ho
of the hulls
crashing
on
malevolent waves
the sky falls
squeezes out
thunderous soak
cantankerous whitecaps
like
moon craters
rise & fall
cerulean hope
bleeds through
as
the sun bruises the
hullabaloo
lightning shows
off
a couple more
times
than its lullaby
hushes
and the boats
gently rock
as if the infant
is sound asleep
the sea is smooth
it is a smooth operator
a breathing body
of fickle water
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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