I stand on a slippery rock
while huge waves roar beside me,
foaming white and grey.
I quite not remember how I arrived but,
The hard blue sea is the only horizon I see
for my eyes don’t reach lands, or any humanity
This sea is powerful,
but I wonder whether it ever exhausts
of being in a constant storm and conflict
I am tired, of watching this sea every day.
I calm one wave, a thousand more erupt
And then I send a bottled message,
“Please help me.”
desperately crawling around the small rock,
bearing the wild sea, waiting for the aid
Perhaps it is a mirage
but the rock I am stranded on,
and the sea ever more monstrous
It is beyond my control, this havoc
I am tiny to this mighty phenomenon
There is nothing I can do
except wait for the rage to calm itself
The only thing I dread that
I may have finally accepted that,
this is where I belong.
Me and my storm.