Breathless, taut, I glide
Along the blue-silver highway…
To meet Poseidon’s thunderous horse.
He charges, a beast gorgeous with power
Lifting His foaming mane to toss me, a small speck,
Which with careless ease He would catch and drench,
And swing back across His waving crest.
My heart booms in answering beats to His rhythm
As I glide past on my board, exhilarated.
But He is already gone …
He cares not for such as me…
For none comes in His way
When He rushes in ruthless yearning…
To embrace His beloved Shore
And then departs once more
With whispered promises and tangling tresses …
To return with His ceaseless caresses.
