The seas can be tumultuous at times,
unforgiving, relentless, a downright belligerent bastard.
So ride and revel in the stormy waves
Let the skies threaten and yell,
flash and complain, like the devil thrashing in hell.
Give him a smile, a wink, and a fuck you, and tell
him, “You know what you can do!”
Then go down, down, down
Letting the deep in all it’s darkness
console you in it’s mystery,
comforting, cajoling, ever
unfolding in its complexities.
Find peace in the quiet deep.
Tempests may knock on yonder door
while the slow rolling lies just below
while abed you rest, upon a pillow of
seaweed amidst strange trees.
“Knock, knock,” says the sky above
“Go away!” you say.
“There will be time enough for you in the bright light of day!”
by Philip Wardlow 2016