Written March 2014
The water lay calmly, belying its intentions.
What began as a ripple slowly gained momentum.
The sea gained its confidence, rising to challenge the wind.
Splashes began to lick the sky
Soon growing into rumbling waves.
Before long, the sea began to boil
Whilst the wind tried to tame its opponent,
Curling the water, twisting it, making hermes replica jewelry it dance.
The convergence of forces was a Trojan battle re-enacted
As the water struggled to be seen,
And the wind fought to restrain it.
With every push, the water stood tall for a moment,
Like an icicle of power standing rigid, or
A liquid mountain temporarily frozen,
Powerful in its brief moment of glory,
Before bending down to the will of the wind.
But each time, denying defeat, it bubbled cartier bracelet
up once more
Refusing to drown in feelings of unfulfillment.
With every cascade of water, a roaring siren song was sung
A battle cry, a shout lasting as long as a swimmer’s gasp for air.
The stinging smell of salt infiltrating the air,
Not letting how to open cartier juste un clou bracelet
its memory be washed away.
The daily struggle was worth it,
For that one captivating torrent of resistance,
Rather than admitting defeat from the beginning.
Every day the water battled relentlessly,
Endless loops of waves rising beautifully,
Only to be overcome after just a moment.
And yet, I watch this struggle with awe,
During the day, until the day meets cartier replica the night,
And even when the night meets the dawn again
Hoping in vain that one day, the water will win.