I see the sea, a mottled grey
As she holds on,just barely
To a hazy vestige 
Of her tranquil turquoise sheen
It was just an hour ago
That she wore her majesty 
Cloaked in all her blues and greens
But even she 
This creature of serenity 
Has her days when she shifts 
Off her axis of evenness
When she fusses and fumes in choppy tones
Sending currents of fear through mortal bones
Her discontentment carried in 
The surf that comes crashing in
To where I stand holding my breath
In my bare feet, toes inward-crept
She sloshes, washes over me 
Her touch, gritty-soft 
As she caresses me
Tough-lovingly
For behind her fearsome gaze
And beneath her maddened mien
She’s still the nurturer, the queen.