Friday, December 14, 2012

I Hear the Roar

Some mornings,
early and quiet,
with the face of the water
smooth and reflective,
I hear the roar.

Over the water,
past the barrier island,
the Gulf rumbles.
The in-land breeze rests, yet
 - something is coming.

When I hear the Gulf of Mexico
speaking up in conversation to
what drives the seas,
I know that
deep within my soul
they affect me.

But under the water
far from the waves
driven by currents,
moved by another
living and oblivious
to the roar.

1 comment:

  1. eep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls;
    all Your breakers and Your billows have swept over me.