Ocean's Power

Overlooking the gray Atlantic, we shivered.
Emily and I watched the white capped waves
pound upon the boulders and cliffs.
Angry they came, pure energy and adrenalin.
Roaring and snorting like angry bulls.
Dashing spent upon the face of the sea wall,
they would retreat as if to regroup,
only to attack again.

The air was thick with fog and we cuddled
upon a damp wooden bench, watching the breakers.
"Baby, do you want to go inside
and look at the museum stuff?"
"No daddy, I would rather sit with you
and watch the water.
What would happen if we were down there?"
I shuddered to imagine,
while another breaker slammed the shore.

West Quoddy Head State Park
nestles on top of a cliff
overlooking Lubec Narrows in Maine.
The bay, known as Fundy
is home to the biggest difference
between low and high tides.
On a calm day the seas tend to be rough.
Most days are not calm
in Down East Maine.

High waters and stormy days
are Emily's favorite.
Her sense of awe and fascination
with this natural wonderland
make me realize that nature is so huge
and we are so small, as we huddle,
watching mighty waves smashing and crashing,
rebounding and attacking again.