by Andrew Cyril Macdonald
The vast expanse invites where’s marked not a thing
But the timeless our essence pours out of.
White caps as wide tongues lap-up
Playful in the demeanour of roar.
Awash in them and at last ourselves in their swell,
We ask for the more
That like unto like we should have it—
Crash and roar were we made for.
What clasp it gathers,
What force it swells
In the powerful love it offers.
Up-thrown against, the robust encounter then crashes us
Frenzied in the will of such savage adventure.
Azure eternity the movement it makes
Shuts will and drowns ambition
As steady its vastness reminds
Lives draw out and extinguish
In the drag each are marked with.
The wave’s play engages, sprays against us
As we lie about its numerous deaths,
Wash-ups the shore confronts with.
How the roaring holler lifts and tosses,
Dashes and carries down at our feet
Flesh and plant to its fancy succumbing.
What holocaust surrounds us,
And, witness to this, the sense we have
As something to contend with
Lies just as dead on these sands
The water’s millennia have pounded.