Before the Storm

The smell of salt
The flash of fins
A curling wave
A thunderous crash
The flying spray
The gusty wind
A sweeping in
A rushing back

Watery eyes
And stinging legs
The constant clash
Of sea and land
Ghost crabs
Broken turtle’s eggs
The feel of bare toes
In the sand

The looming clouds
The cry of gulls
They’re calling me
To who knows where
A tossing ship
Far out to sea
A grey wind whipping
At my hair