Ocean Wild

I walk along the windy cliff
And gaze upon the sea
It's strugg'ling in it's wat'ry depths
It's fighting to be free.

I watch it reach and roar and stretch
And grasp onto the tips
Of waiting jagged slipp'ry rocks
A glimmer as it slips

It tosses, swirls and reaches high
It's fingers entertwined
In foamy lace between the rocks
A hold it can not find

So ceaelessly it tries and tries again
Again it's forced away
In seething rage it often ricochets
And breaks into a spray

I watch it try to run upon the beach
To make escape that way
It losses footing in the shifting sand
And sadly slips away

It gathers force way out at sea
Comes rushing headlong in
A little farther than before;
Not far enough to win

It runs around it's rocky edge
And fumes and foams and flails;
Ev'ry effort that it makes is doomed
Ev'ry attempt it fails.

I gaze upon the ocean wild
It stays, I know not why,
Confined within its mighty depths
For freedom it does cry

- Edna Huber (May 1995)