When the moon is nigh and
the tides roll in covering
the jumble and the mess
and the winds are calm
then the loveliness of
light reflects and ripples.
There is no reason
to not trust the calm
dark and cool sea,
but as the tide recedes
we see it is not so smooth
and it is hiding much.
And further out we go,
the more the wind blows
the sea suddenly rages
and love and respect finds
no home as the mess will
stir and churn with a storm.
For only the moon and
the winds of pressure
change the nature of
this sea, as we wait
impatiently for it to decide
what it should be.