I cringe at the taste of the brine,
But I love to feel the lovely tide,
And stare at the offing,
Far past the wave,
And the deep current,
And the dark cave.
Sometimes I flux out,
Into the sea.
I feel the billows,
rush over me.
The clouds are voluminous and slightly blood-flecked.
Somehow I sir on the shore untouched.
The storm is okay today.
