Attuned.
Those whose thoughts have not sprung
from the cadence of waves
will never know songs that were ancient
when all the now agéd were young.
Those whose respect the vast ocean
accepts speak its tongue, sense
vagaries known only to weathered
faces turned to catch tidal motion.
Those whose minds are ocean-attuned,
gather storm-ebb's precocious
mood as weed's mineral wealth floats
in with extras like fresh crab food.
Those whose living has grown safer
with knowing sea-swell pictures
wave behaviour hear vague whispers
of sound-change in rising breakers.
Those who receive news of bad gales
before skies turn black have read
wisdom's past signs and hear sea-bed
rhythms not heard by strangers.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
Attuned.
Those whose thoughts have not sprung
from the cadence of waves
will never know songs that were ancient
when all the now agéd were young.
Those whose respect the vast ocean
accepts speak its tongue, sense
vagaries known only to weathered
faces turned to catch tidal motion.
Those whose minds are ocean-attuned,
gather storm-ebb's precocious
mood as weed's mineral wealth floats
in with extras like fresh crab food.
Those whose living has grown safer
with knowing sea-swell pictures
wave behaviour hear vague whispers
of sound-change in rising breakers.
Those who receive news of bad gales
before skies turn black have read
wisdom's past signs and hear sea-bed
rhythms not heard by strangers.
