Patti Webb

The Sea

Crashing, splashing, waking the ocean ghosts
Leap and spray and dance a watery tango
Rivulets, their repeating flow cuts grooves in the metal
Ebb and flow, build and crash, spray flying

Power and beauty, broiling in the deep
Rising up and rolling to twirl and curve
Water sketches, intricate patterns in the space
Between the metal struts of the pier

All together, we are different