By Emily Radebaugh…

A hurricane with rough hands

Her waves collapse against the sand

She caresses the palm trees

And her salty lips kiss the shore

You search for the eye

The eyes, deep blue

You brave the storm

Because you are curious

Of what lies beneath the surface

You desire to know every inch

Of the ever changing currents

Of the ocean

You don’t wish to tame her tidal wave

You wish to earn her respect

For she is a raging sea

And you wish to sail her

Forever and always