On The Pier Poem by Paul Reed

We were the only ones there
To taste the salt-laden air
To test our spirits brittle
And in that vastness, oh so little;

To stand ‘midst the sea as it heaved and tossed
Swirling around the mounds of souls it had lost
It's shifting faces spewed and churning
As if for some future calmness yearning;

It's molten anger turned toward us
Pier-bound, helpless, anonymous
And drew a leaden, heaving sigh
As it's torrents passed us by;

For wrapped around us with invisible grace
A steadying hand held us in place
And as the winds went on their way
We survived for another day.