Again

Dark passions moil in the belly of the ocean.

Rage swells under ominous skies,

Surging, burgeoning, (You can see it coming a mile away.)

Rising, building to a baneful crest,

Rushing towards its inescapable conclusion.  

 

Then  

Waves smash on rocks like spilt milk.

Sea slaps against face of cliff.

Sea, foaming at the mouth,

Exploding through defenses,

Clattering through pebbles like broken bones.

Flotsam and jetsam

Tossed in the air,

Hurled against sea wall in savage fury.  

Coast crumbles and surrenders again,

Violated,

Decimated, 

Worn down.      

 

Morning comes.  

The sea lays its head against the shore

And whispers, “Hush” and “Hush,”

In quiet repetitions,

Runs its fingers through shingle

In gentle caresses.  

The Earth sighs through eons of scars.

“And so now you are sorry – again.”