for 5 days i am living at the edge of the sea
watching it, breathing it,
absorbing its primordial power
deep into my very core
i can’t seem to tear myself away
from the pounding symphony
entitled “waves vs. rocks”
no two chords are the same
and though there is the occasional interlude
this particular symphony
is composed mostly of
tumultuous crescendos
crescendos that boast
of vast and primitive power
power that belittles me
and makes me feel small
witnessing this violent fury of earth
(last week volcanoes
now living on this edge
in an extended period
of high surf warnings)
its daunting
unnerving
and somewhat disturbing...
there is a big part of life
in that fury
i can identify with it
twist and turn and flow with it
let it act as catharsis
to unlock stuff
that needs to break free
but it is not a part
that i want to be with
on a continual basis
while my spirit is seduced by
this relentless outpouring of energy
it also craves tranquility
so it came as somewhat of a surprise
to realize that
in spite of the terrible beauty
no, i wouldn’t want to live here....


























