She sat on the shore and watched the sea. She watched the sea so intently, and for so long, that she could see the tides rise. She could discern that gradual shift from among the undulations & sea state changes. But she was seeking a ship that would never return.
rocky tops stand out,
above the ocean waves,
but what lies below?
low clouds reflected on still seas; a perfect view on sunset's timer
As in Hokusai’s Great Wave,
I watch waves roll over,
before a volcanic cone.
Though these waves are
small & close,
they are perfectly rounded.
And though the distant volcano
looms large over the shore waves,
it has perfect symmetry.
I feel the roundness
&
simultaneous devastating power
of both elements at once.
Adrift at sea for days and days, who knows how it will end? Your body sloshes like the waves, but as your mind descends. Your mouth is dry; your body pruned. In thirst, the water taunts. But - ever wet - your skin sloughs off. When soaked, the water haunts. The sun burns hot. Then fog rolls in, and senses are deprived. And washing up on vacant shores, you find that you've arrived. You know not where - but feel relief. Land monsters can't be worse than those that grab you by the mind while high seas you traverse.
