OCEAN PASTURE
The ocean rises, a heaving, liquid beast,
Its steep and foamy crests, a wild, untamed feast.
(unattributed)
Rolling down to the wetland, our pastoral ocean backs up before tumbling into the still waters of the marsh below. The topography here is of waves so steep to make the world between its crests totally silent, yet standing upon its narrow tops can demand that you brace yourself against the wind that whistles ferociously by, threatening to tip you down the back of a wave. You can imagine life in a small sailboat in a wild ocean.
