A Glimpse Within

 
The salt water baubles washes gently
upon the jetty sent from lands distant.
Pushed by a hovering yellow moon,
sometimes built into thunderous waves
 
 of hurricanes.
 
Change comes rapidly and dangerously
as the sea meets yesterday coming back.
It speaks to me and it does say,
I give no quarter and
 
I ask for none.
 
As I stare outward at the placid waters
I feel heaviness deep inside my chest.
The sea has become humanity to me,
With its powerful and hushed rage,
 
not seen before.
 
Heretofore I have been persuaded
by wanderlust to skim the surface,
to walk on by time without end,
miss nothing that may be something.
 
I linger here.
 
The moon is playing peek-a-boo,
reflection on the water seems sad.
Stories are to be told, perchance
to a much lesser degree of now.
 
But not yet.
 
Ink-black dark, I cannot see;
even Luna appears quite uneasy.
The peaceful lapping of water
distresses me; I don't know why.
 
Devouring soul?
 
So tranquil you could hear a
tear drop, or a salamander fart.
My nose detects an exotic odor
Arabian sand carried by wind
 
Wind words.  
 
I squat on the rock jetty,
look for ghosts; probe my own.
My intimate séance annoys
what I have kept concealed..
 
I see what I see.