The Turbulent Sea

It began when the moon

Poured its light onto a still ocean

Stirring the waves

Commanding they rush to the shore

Pushing and tumbling over stones

Drenching the shingle, the beach

Coating and soaking every coarse grain of sand

 

Then suddenly, pulling sharply backwards,

Dragging all beneath the bubbling, frothing waters

Turning, twisting, tumbling

Then at dawn the sunrise finally breaks the horizon

Willing the sea to grow calm, the waves still

Easing, smoothing with heat

Sending out balm-giving rays

From turbulence will grow tranquillity