Sea Full Poem by shimon weinroth

I walk along the contours of her ever changing shape.
listen to her voices as she laps the sands,
licks the jetties and shoreline, waves and sings to me,
on days of moderate tempers,

when she is irritated, spews and spits, foams
and threatens to ravish with her undertow
these are the best days for beach scavengers
when she coughs up shells and crabs, beaches lost fish,

reminices and whispers sweet tidings, reminding us of our source
making us one with our long gone past
swallowing our arrogance in so vast her being
so all consuming in arms and bosoms of the element

when I go down to the sea, my psyche, spirit and me
float and swim and roll about
how like cousins she is to me, for we are related
a lover when I swim, a mother who bathes and floats with me

a friend who sings and accompanies,
this sea tiger makes me ever keen, that at some moment,
impulsively gnaw me to death, swallow her lover
oh she has such an enticing sweet fragrant smell