Troubled waters, rain coming in cold.
The wind kicks it in my face, wetting my beard.
I don’t see the shoreline anymore.
If there is land out there, I haven’t seen it in days.
Thunder cracks the sky like an anvil being struck.
I never get the smell of salt off my skin, even after a shower
and fresh clothes.
Will I see the shore again? Or will I find out what lies beneath the waves?