Sitting on a rock jetty,

That butts out from humanity,

Like an arthritic finger pointing east,

Listening to the waves to me speak,

In my mind their words never cease…

They tell me of their troubles,

They touch me with their bubbles,

Around me they do flow,

Encircling me, their lives to me they show…

Floating with them, the flotsam of humanity,

Take from us they do mans insanity,

And return it with all due haste,

To man in the form of vanity…

Such stories told by waves so great,

Of how they did sink mans ships like bait,

Man has left in his path behind such waste,

The ocean, my dear friend, has no longer any taste…

© ed ~~~~~~ 12/30/08