Water Slams

Published: June 4, 2023

At the beach, water roars, holy midnight!

Reminding you of its subtle wrath,

Glides back, leaving silence behind,

Your provocation pursues, turning blind eye, no moonlight.

And when it has consumed your trees, houses, dolls, and fans,

It flows in unpredictable waves,

Like a child who’s lost his mom,

Tears of love

or currents of destruction

A helpless nurturer’s disruptive slam.

Let’s blame the machine though

When you can’t fix a screw, or work the clamp.