Dark Clouds at Sea

i have seen the dark clouds mounting
on a sea of gray foreboding,
the wind whipping up the spume
to splay the sea with a froth of foam;
the wind howling like a banshee
coming o’er the horizon
like death out on the prowl;
the ship plunging into waves
to climb and crash again;
the waves smashing on the forecastle
to pound the bridge seventy feet above;
a rogue wave whacking the port side
sending the ship to a heel just shy
of the point of no return.

i stood amongst the bridge watch
with impending doom at our hatch;
i marveled i was not afraid;
in midst of all the terror
an angry sea could throw at me,
i marveled at the beauty
of this mistress we call the sea.

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