Subject: Wind-Blast
From: Christopher W. Thomas (
Date: Thurs Jan 6, 19100 at 7:54PM


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