Free wind, free sea, free waves, free tides, free verse.
Free verse based on a free view.
A free view framed as it is by
Dune, fir and horizon.
A triangular wedge of blue-grey sea,
Flecked with strips of white;
And deep within those endless depths,
Unseen movement, mysterious and beguiling.
Below the drifts and flows of a turbulent ocean
Other currents flow unseen.
Moving unknowable creatures as they drift.
As they glide through the deepest waters,
Knowing nothing of great swells and crashing waves,
As we know nothing of them.
A calm whispering born in the wind.
Telling birds they may pass.
Ripples hitting the sea;
A bobbing of broken driftwood,
Headed for some distant shore;
Destination unknown.
The sea sings its primordial song,
And any listening soul becomes adrift in it,
Becomes cradled by the sea and what it tells,
What it is and will ever be.
So vast the ocean, so deep, so dark,
With only waves to show the heart of it.
Here, violent waves, smashing cliff and rock;
A thrusting vortex of relentless force.
Others there, breaking silently,
Rolling out a carpet of white bubbling foam.
A gentle stirring of water.
Soothing sounds of soft lapping.
Regardless, each wave being born again.
They never really die.
Both large and small,
They dance with so much power.
It stirs the heart.