The Sea Is Just Too Big
By Shannon Morris
A poem inspired by my time in Maine.
The sea is just too big.
I like the little shells beneath my feet
They crackle, crumble, and break like dry paper.
They’re sharp, and jagged, and they cut.
Hiding on the edge of the ocean
I watch the silvery pool eat the Sun,
Consuming it, as the fiery remnants
Dissolve into the water and burn out.
How can I face this ocean that could kill me?
If God is bigger than the sea,
Why won’t He drink it?
Why doesn’t He drink that salty unbearable
Well for me?
Take it away
Or else its salt will burn
And consume me
Just as it dimmed the light
of the Sun.
There’s no way to escape.
The tide is coming in,
Consequence of my moon.
I bend to the power
Of the inevitable wave,
Resigned, only to find-
The Sea is gone.