Ocean

Tides run strong and deep
seemingly sweeping peacefully
around rocks and obstacles
moving boats and docks and
seaweed in gentle tetris patterns of
of lunar pull, blues and greens
and silvers and misty dreams.
Then waves crash and wind
shrieks and a storm arises and
the apparent wrath of
storms and tsunamis rises
destructive and terrible surges
and everyone wonders why
this is happening to them.
If only they'd really been
watching the weather and
the signs, they'd have seen
this one coming.
(Written for NaPo Day 16, "Ocean", 4/16/12)
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