it knows nothing about these frightening facts,
utterly oblivious, it is a daily marionette to the moon,
a constant carrier of massive amounts of plastic and trash,
the eternal exile for refugees,
(lacking smooth sailing conditions or the provision of a whale).
it knows nothing about its power
being used and abused
on- and off-shore
for wrongful doings
by people and for politics.
this season, though, its waves are mercilessly mounting
day-by-day, eventually lashing
at any limb or object ashore.
white foam rims its gorge;
its thunder drowns out all speech, song or sound.
it is finally time to wonder:
is this it,
is this enough?
when does respect for the vast and mighty return
our lost and greedy souls?