Wind-Blast



Wind ... blasting at my face

Lost ... deep in my own space

Waves ... nipping - at my feet

Ice-chunks ... trying to repeat



It's a calm blue sky ... now, back here

Only a slight breeze ... around the ears

Yet, down below - at water's edge ...

Angry waves ... rocked the earth-ledge



And chunks of ice were thrown up on floes

As warm water raged under sun's show

And jagged broken pieces pushed down the lake

Driving up on itself, in layers, half-baked ....



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

1:20pm Thurs. Jan. 6th, 2000