Heat
rises in the open
gently
moving air
up,down, and around
over an ocean
that wrinkles like skin.
Growing into lumps,
the wind begins.
Cooperating winds
that bounce its direction,
in wandering attempts-
now gaining momentum.
Conforming
corduroy lines into
unequal preset standards
we measure,
governed by alignments ruling.
To realize its fate
with rage and heed.
rearing up high
while feeling the reef
It hisses a warning
diminishing relief
before piercing strength,
through air folding,
promoting symphonic explosions!
In slowing, rolling motions
reaching our shore
and finding its death.
Imagery living on-with
each photographic breath.
Karin Taylor
Wow, you really know the wave Clark, really took me there, great read! Thanx :D