Ocean

Standing high above
the world
high above everything
soaring

complete stillness sweeps
over me
as the wind keeps
rushing
to snatch
the scream
from my
parted lips
bringing it far
along with its dancings

the sweet salty
spray jumps and sputters
up to where
I stand
like a dying fire

the cliff
a dark ominous
stone flies
past as I
jump soaring down
arms wide open
I fly
the water approaches
faster looming
a searing cold
washes over me
warming
me to its
icy speech
gurgles and crackles
the sun shimmers what
seems like
from the earthy sand
at the bottom
I float
there
indifferent
to the world around
me
silent and calm

By Thea, grade 7