Confrontation

The waves whistle louder, wishing for the land to hear.

The land sits, sulking and steadfast, set in its ways

Wondering why the wind will not settle down.

And the waves washed ashore slam into the land

Swelling and stunning the land into a silence,

A silence that wells up and waits on the tongues of the fighters.

Silence that slides beneath the comfort and peace of nature

And subtly stirs the chaos that confronts these two peaceful forces.

We hit – shipwrecked – lost in a sea of regret

Submerged in words which weigh heavily on our minds.

Whipped by sounds which sting and warp the confidence we have.

We wait, standing still and watching for the eye of the storm.