Breakers in a misty grey sea-storm,
Spray-foam rising and tossing,
Plunging me into seasick momentum.
I ****** out white stretched palms
And throw back my head,
The salt air stings my throat.
It burns within my chest
While hanging feetless
In the storm driven billows.
I fix my eyes on the
pearly black cloudless night
and beg the stars to anchor me.
