Seascape

My spirit self wakes to the sound of the sea As each wave breaks out from its long sleep In cathartic music. Drum beats echo my embryonic state and the foam scatters Like disconnected thoughts. Rocks crouch like satyrs in dark corners, Issuing collusive whispers. Persistent Vespers on the rolling tide. I hear you now, creator of all things, the one true God, Calling me from your vast womb, To sing my anthems to your female glory Within this cathedral of true shape Fitting as the crab's carapace.