
Water calls my name
The undersides of waves
Clarity
The foam illusory
Soft to touch
The violence of the whitecaps
Clashing in battle
The changing of the tide a
Moving boundary
A million shades to tease
The eye
Blues, greys, greens flecked
With silver light
The peace of unconquerable
Ferocity
Teasing the shore with its
Siren call
My soul gasping, straining
To answer
– KJ Roe
