By: Bernie De Santis III
Created in the summer of 2000
The Ocean Part 1
The bones never lie
The mother of storms
Burnt marshmallows cover the sky.
All is black
Waves are restless and violent
The wind is on steroids
Light tears through the sky
The man watches and cries out:
"O womb of hurricanes, spare me!"
The dark waves start to fight along the shoreline.
The indiscriminate drops pelt the raging surface of the water.
INTENSITY
boats are flipped
fish carcass cover the shore
houses ruined
men killed
What is this ocean, this harbinger of death, as it settles and prepares for the beach goers?
The Ocean Part 2
Transparent blue as far as the eye can see
Fish swimming and children playing in schools
Fluffs of cotton sparse the sky and the light shines brightly
Bathers basking, fishers catching waves, gently rolling
Sitting in the shade along the shore.
Watching the games and antics of youth and age alike
Feeling the cool soft summer breeze
Time marches on
The orange simmers into the water, and the darkness sets in.
Clear skies, lows at 85 highs at 90, no chance of rain, but I know better, as I see the dark clouds forming and feel the oh too familiar feeling in my bones.
What is this fickle thing called the ocean?
See Part 1
