Surf

Come: what do you mean to do to me?
O gigantic wave
rising on the horizon,
tall, hysterical.
Will you reach this far, or will it be
one of your
menacing sisters?

Come and carry me away, if you wish.
Gird me with cold power,
warble in the gorges of my feelings,
dash me upon the shores of oblivion.
I know you wait for nothing else.

You will find nothing but the warm body
of a son of yours, docile and unbound,
giving himself with curiosity to your surge.