Today the ocean lost its blue texture.
It appears today gray and
shimmering.
For the sky itself is in control
and the sun can only work so hard to push its way through
the stubborn clouds
and to be seen and needed.
Though rarely wanted.
Desire of a lonely human
to stand still in the moving current
and get covered and possessed by
Poseidon's wave.
Than a cloud to pour out buckets of rain
for display of pure beauty
to be destroyed.
Nature acts up
as a mother who slaps her child.
She, like the sun, cannot push any longer.
Or the young man overpowered with
want, lust, and brutal obsession,
to control the innocent girl he loves.
Ruining a beautiful relationship
like the clouds overbearing the natural beauty.
The child walking by another one
alike at the park
holding in one hand a brown paper bag
scrunched at the top
filled with chocolates and a lollipop.
Notices the alike child crying.
The child crying
looks up
and out of nowhere sees that he is handed
a big, round, colorful lollipop.
That itself replicates the
action of the wave.
Poseidon taught us through the creatures in his sea
to be kind and be brave and strong.
Calls Apollo in the lonely sky
to assist his beautiful fiery sun
that deserves to appear before the world.
For our Gods to create, another wave
for those who must start over again.
For the Gods are to guide us,
and we,
to be human,
and learn from words,
and nature.
From the wave to the sun,
create,
and change,
the anger, hate, and brutality.
For us to learn and let go.
And be happy.