This one is inspired after viewing several slides. The painting I used is "Churn And Break" by George Bellows. This probably won't make much sense unless you see the slide.

Once calm, peaceful,
tranquil,
the sea now behaves as
an untrained beast.

Biting, snarling, growling,
Its tantrum increases
Wallks of water crash
Upon my head

And the sea doesn't stop
No. It doesn't stop.
In fury it throws another punch at me

With the lift of a finger
it hammers me against something solid
Land?

Yes and no
for it is not fit for
human life
It's just me,
the mornful
cry of the storm
and my red lifeboat
The water spits up the last
bit of foam
and I am safe.

¤ Summer 2000, Poetry Camp