The sea inhaled deeply,
drawing vast waters into its lungs
which, for a fleeting moment, held their breath,
before exhaling powerful currents,
thrusting with outstretched hand
toward the rocky shoals of distant shore,
bidding waves to raise their foamy crests,
driving them in thundering crescendo
as horse-drawn chariots over reefs and
across sand bars, racing for their freedom
from the mighty grasp of Neptune,
yearning to touch the warm fine grains of
glistening beach sand
radiating rays of healing light,
in a race ordained since time began
to crown the wrathful sea
King of the Waves;
his cold hands clasping them,
as they delicately tumble,
before being summoned
by underwater roar of Neptune
into his mighty chambered lungs.