POETRY

Wave

Rise and fall
watery wall,
you gather your forces-
stand up tall
and threaten all
as you pound the shores
with your thunderous call:
Hear me!
I am hooves of horses
charging from my sea stall.
Fear me!
War cry that courses
from river and squall
on the warpath
to make my final stand-
to swell with power
and crash on land…
and discover there at the end of it all:
that you are drunk up
or blown away,
silenced,
small.

Sarah Stehlik
March 2015
Kleinmond, South Africa

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