Great Lake pounds the shoreline with fury.
More power than i’ve witnessed before.
Extraordinary the only word
to describe it.
The rushing sound of an infinite number of wavelets
white lines, broken swales far out,
a mile or more that I see
stretching parallel below the horizon line
static electricity, water’s upheaval
crackling along it’s edge.
Waves rise … 6 – 7 – 8 feet tall
begin their descent,
fingers reaching downward
the swale below, drawn up and over
curving downward wide and fat they break
wrapped around air trapped inside the curl.
Streaks of gray and white and sandy green
lines of colors rolling forward.
Rushing toward the shoreline their power spent
a never ending conversion; glacial boulders reduced in size to rock,
stone, pebble then sand each grain a tiny piece of what was once
a mighty seed within earth’s core.
With so much majesty and power what exactly IS the Great Lake?
What primal force drives her?
Could she be alive?
I look with wonder, amazement,
deep affection and awe
at all that she has given me.
A chance to gaze beyond the shadow of life,
a glimpse at the incomprehensible,
the world and all that it can be
far beyond what we can see.
She’s here to remind us that
we are but a single grain of sand
one small part of