During the Summer Storm


                             Silently I watch the sea reach
                             Extra sand in the alkali to bleach
                             As seagulls dive for food and screech.

                             Sonic, salty sounds as they crash
                             As if in answer to the lightening flash
                             Nesting as if they chose to remain
                             Detached from the coming rain.

                             Broken waves splash heavy as they land
                             Undercurrents tug, pull and demand
                             Next to the rocks that cove and collect
                             Corner debris to catch the effect.
                             Holding back the water flow

                             Onto the surf, the tide low;
                             Finessing the tangle of seaweeds

                             Washing foam covers the reeds.
                             Other voices of the ocean laugh
                             Opting to create the epitaph
                             During the summer storm