For my Life

Word Count: 197

That hot Manta sun struck a chord with my nimbus 2000
Cloud sound surrounds the crowd that gathers to watch
Banana boat blessings on a rocky wave,
Or the sun tan lotion that gets in the way
of my vision: that she could have been the one.

I tremble before her wave: cresting, caving, crashing,
And the indomitable spirit of the larger picture.
I suck at every drop I can muster
A big man that was to her
Something of a somebody or something.

She contains all the sea turtles of the world.
Ripe, abundant, life-giving processes
Not once, but an eternal spring.
And her pet seagull that sings,
Does it consider flying like Daedalus?

Can you see something so temporal?
As a bag of gas and flash?
I’ll change my nature
Do clouds hate her?
What does it take to nurture?

Lightning bolts strike and winter begins
Inside the nubus is turbulence within
Hollow inside now leaking all
Trying to break down her wall
And I tremble and cry.

I know we are linked infinitely
My swirls are your drops
And your breaks are my flops.
I give up now. It’s a cycle.