Sea Shell Salad

Mother Sea, you've carved the land,
with fine strong fingers and a steady hand. 
Your fathomless beauty lures the hearts of men,
Who challenge you just to die in then end.
Your power is overwhelming and infinite.
Yet, you wave at me- grinning bubbling contempt.

A wave whispers in my ear,
telling me things I don't want to hear.
Soft bubbles babble with the land where I live.
Patient  erosion of my refuge from foam.
Mother Sea, womb of life, always breathing,
always alive.  You coax at the downfall of man.

So soft and cold, heartless and mighty,
In awe I respectfully fear your strength.
I reach deep for courage to face you from within.
but know better that all this is in vain,
Countless times I've tried to reach you.
Trials and errors.   You take my breath away.

Yet still my stance is so slow to change.
I climb your mountains to be drowned in avalanche.
I cut your face, you slap me in powerful revenge. 
And Yet I continue alone in this unifying quest ,
To be at at one, in balance with your power,
Rested in communion with perfection.

I long to see inside you heart.
To understand motherhood's' art.
But I cling to my soil:  a homesick child,
Hoping to yet one day toy with your power.
I persist to struggle towards your outrageous call,
Oh, when it comes to power, you are the original.  
         

-dp-
2-21-83 / 3-10-13