Lost at Sea
Dec 9 2022
Not far from shore
the ocean is oddly quiet.
In open water,
where monster swells and bottomless waves
roll silently on;
the soundless rising and falling
presenting a deceptive calm.
No continental shelf.
No rocks, no breakers,
no land to dash against.
No receding surf
fizzing over sand.
The trackless ocean
is like a great brooding beast
that rules uncontested,
peacefully resting
in its immense imperial lair.
Its vast power contained
beneath the rippling surface,
too thickly muscled to hear
its purr of shallow breathing
its slowly beating heart.
And the man, lost at sea
clinging to whatever floats.
He is desperate to be seen
but mostly invisible,
bobbing up and down
from wind-whipped crest
to black-water trough.
The cold saps his strength
salt stings.
But most of all
it's the unnerving silence
that undermines his will.
An oblivious sea
shrugging him off
like a puny piece of flotsam.
This body
so inconsequential,
and its power
so utterly unquestioned,
it need not even declare
its overwhelming presence.
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