by the sea,

The waves are crashing at my feet,

The foam is rushing out to sea.

I hear the cry. The seagull fly.

The storm is resting, waiting for the signal.

Sticky air is hard to breathe.

But the sun won’t bulge.

Then I hear thunder or a car by the road,

A timid lightning in the corner of my eye.

Time to turn and go.

Behind the windows, The forces of nature play,

Raging, roaring, fighting and releasing build up fights from long ago.

Wish I was there, in the middle of it.

Calm after the storm. My body cleansed too.

Refreshed the world, my view, my mind.

Ideas floating towards forever.