Nature's Wrath at Sea

Nature's Wrath at Sea
by the traveler

With a speck of light in the horizon,
a flash of light and thunderclap rips the clouds
a foghorn echoing through the frigid air
where it dares to steal the warmth within
and replace it with an jagged edge of ice.

Fighting the powers of nature is futile
The madness of the storm raises the water
like fire ants creeping up the cliff,
the waves meet
crest and trough
pounding and pounding
pulverized sediments break off
with the ocean drawing closer
and closer it comes.
The vain attempt to stop nature.

The tumultuous tides rushing in
swallowing the stony shore, incomprehensible
but what is reality, they are lies.
Just dark. All cold.