Take me, unflagging North Sea blast
Ripping limitless fingers through pack, pool and tread,
Flipping heads, spit and gravel,
Rousing roars on the boundary of silence.

I lean and steadily hound the eddy
Slinking, escaping,
Filial for the unseen eye
That twists and sprays,
Contracts and flays,
Betraying land now shrouded.

Whipping mist into a drifting dome
The monster traps me
Chasing its billowing, spinning hem
To melt into its phlegm
And leap among its foam.

I turn and run, ecstatic.