Early Morning Surf or Disturbing the Waking Sea

Aromas perturb the patterns of cilia

Salt drenched and sea barren

The taste of life, of death

A force is unsolicited that breaks me

A power so immense I can not remove

White caps fill the scope, the view

Blue towering mountains collapsing with grace

One, two, three, dive

I feel within it

A feeling of resentment

Of course!

Off course

I am unsolicited here

This ocean

I know when to remove

Myself

Caveats through the use of near casualty

“I’m out”.