Churning boiling splashing swirling air infused white
Caps glistening rumbling aft forces propelling
Vibrations blue deep blue cut angry and disturbed
Frothing mad a paleness flat rising and falling
This highway left behind its visibility
Disintegrating into nets of sea froth whom
Will ever travel forth this same path of water
No one knows for sure thick panels of glass frosted
Panes solid immovable hurricane force wind
Resistant slow sways and sprays lines of light brown sea
Matter cutting paths toward the tyrannical
Wake water blown apart formation scattered as
Far as the eye can see a long flat line even
Our relentless trail traverses only about
Half this visible distance before being lost
Swallowed up forever nothing lasting and all
Just passing into angled panes stained by streaks of
Ocean salt and ship cleansers while brisk breezes and
A swelling a rising a reclamation to
Reclaim that which was lost just momentarily
Melded back together that volume of sea split
Apart by an imposing bulk a bow so fixed
Rudely separated by revelers travelers
In a steel hull shell of a structure determined
Disturbed yet transfixed by this hypnotic process
Of PEACE making to regain a semblance of its
Stolid demeanor to permit man’s steel hard shelled
Device to pass through sea foam with no objections
With no outwardly objections other than this
Dissipating sea foam trail this dissipation
This missive sea foam trail that only the sparse inhabitants
Immediately ABOVE and below might care to read.
Gary Edward Geraci