The Fits

There is a majesty
staring out from the safety of a shore
across a great expanse of open water
a mysteriousness
a hopefulness.
Anchored by the safety of our positions where
just short of the edge are enormous black and grey rocks
the place this water breaks on its angriest days
where we hide meagerly
hoping not to be overtaken by its fits.

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