There once sat a vast sea, undisturbed by humanity, the creatures of the wild, or the elements themselves. Baited serenity reigned over its taut surface until recently when small ripples pressed upon the shore.
Water
In Witness to Death
The seawater froths white
then red again, bubbles
flashing like the tails
that flick up and smash
The Dialects of Rain
When I was a boy, my father taught me to speak rain, a difficult language because of all the dialects.