A Play

The storm put on a play for us,
The starring roles were waves;
Production values were sublime,
And played ‘cross coves and caves —

The ocean reached into the sky,
The sky became the sea;
In beauty and magnificence,
Chaotic purity —

The waves came back to take their bows,
The ocean roared applause;
We stood in wonder at it all,
That truth that blinds, not gnaws —

That we aren’t insignificant,
Although at times we feel:
It’s just when nature takes the stage
There’s little else
Seems real

Photo / Painting by Holly

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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