A Groaning Behemoth

A groaning, grey-blue behemoth roars continuously

But the roaring soothes,

the rhythmical roaring nourishes and calms

Cold, salty air travels through me

Filtered and healing, this ocean air enlivens

Worries wash away in the foamy waves

as I dive into the watery mass

Cleansed: body, mind and maybe even soul,

as snot falls to be swallowed by the ocean

I am a sea sponge, the ocean breathes me with every wave

This arena of sand and water is vast and expansive,

no little cove today

I stand watchful and waist-deep as an ocean-mist hovers

wraith-like above the dancing, foam-crested water

An elemental, earthy scene, city-dwellers like me need this

We need more of these moments, awash with wild wonders

Exposed, naked and present