11 Feb 2010
Unseen beyond the sand hill
The wind-raged sea is heard
Groaning and moaning
Growling and rumbling
You stagger up the mound
While the caged beast
Is thrashing on the other side
At the top now -
- And senses swing to overload
Foaming, churning banks of angry waves
Crash and smash before you
The wind strains your hair with its force
Pushes your head sideways
Salt spray lashes your tongue
As you turn, gulping to catch breath
Laughing, gasping,
Straining, resisting,
Exulting in agreed surrender
Raw and hungry nature
Roaring with menace - only just held back
Heaving and pounding and alive
The sea - and you.
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