Dear Ocean

A poem

Summer’s sun greets my skin,

a warmth I happily welcome.

I sit and stare out at your swells

in awe of such chaotic charisma;

your tides rise with a quickness

that takes my breath away.

We have that in common,

highs and lows that is…

You make it look much more graceful than I,

with your crescendoing crests

that crash carelessly back into

the same body from which they rose.

How many times have I grown

hastily with hope

so confident in my crescendo

that the inevitable descent

devastated me?

I watch your salty foam form

in that moment where you are

neither falling nor growing-

simply satisfied sitting in the skyline;

and when the wind wraps you in her arms,

you rise yet again.

You prefer to keep your secrets safe

beneath your abysmal body