I hear the ocean,
the crashing of waves on ravaged shores,
the power of currents flowing
on towards new worlds.

I know this power,
the veil made of vast bodies,
one of ******* and the other of war
both of frontiers unexplored.

I hear the ocean
and know its power
of fear and hope,
for waves ebb and flow.

I bear witness
to the eternal duality of the oceans’ existence  
and wonder
whether we are any different.