Sailor's Songs

to stand on waves that seethe,
thrown spray like wet sparks in the wind;
dropped into deep valleys
shadowed by Neptune's cloak,
then climb his gray mountainside,
to crash through its soggy peak,
then sink down, and up again.
to feel the transient mood swings
of gravity and ocean as a bipolar force;
a psychotic episode suffered
by the enraged sea's surface
as it roars with nature's adrenaline.
this is my razor's edge universe
on which I sail with such joyous fear.

ocean, sea, sailor, nature