Seabrook

the sting of sand in whipping wind
lands like a hand upon my cheek -
the whistled hymn of ocean breeze
gives me the balm I’ve come to seek. 
‘shhh, shh,’ roars the the swell and sloom of water.
'hush your human breath -
silence all your wordly worries,
muffle madness in my depths.’
the crumble-cracking of the crags
that hold the seething tide at bay
are a fight fought for surrender,
prove the sea will get her way. 
she is a lesson in duality,
an epiphany in sound;
the ceaseless rumble of her rage
that shatters granite, marble, ground
is deadened to a lullaby,
a groan that rises from the graves -
just pressure on my eardrums,
the steady pounding of the waves.
she does not tire of her turmoil,
of her unchecked, unbridled fury;
she is the mother of all life and lilies,
the final judge and ageless jury.