Oh thank you, I so love your rocking and rolling on cool fish soup.
And your rage! Pummelled against jetties, smashed onto rocks, frothing across beach and deck. You are stubborn and relentless, wildly spraying your territory.
When at peace, you sit, almost still, in a summer pond, narcissus-like, lapping at yourself in the mirror.
I love to flipper in your shallows and dive to your depths, love to feel your fizz around me. And later, when I wake, the sun has baked you dry and salty on me and I’m spent and I’m healed.
xx
jojobee
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