Genesis

Instinctively, I studied it:

a grey, heaving, frothing undulating mass,

and tuned my ear to the wind

as it swept in gusts around the windows,

and like a Banshee, whined beneath the door.

Safe and squat, I studied it:

the dull thud, and the blast!

and the shapes distended, dissipating in the wind,

and cast my eye to the Skerries, black and agitated,

and to the coaster, perilous in their lee,

appearing, disappearing, and reappearing.

And through the darkness, I studied it;

that relentless, mindless roar;

and as a lookout, I was there in the morning light,

to witness that rage still white and unabated,

and the coaster,
defiant!

appearing, disappearing and reappearing.

And as the waves stretched their writhing tentacles,

and pounded towards the nucleus of my being;

I watched,
and wondered.

Unwitting.

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© Cormac McCloskey

This poem was amended on 14th February 2011 / 2nd July 2011