Silver poured out
From the full moonface
And molten light shone
Upon crinkled waters.
Wind rose above
And tides leapt up,
Tossing the vessel not too gently.
The wavelets rose in height
And foamed in undulating lines
The walker on the deck swayed,
But stepped briskly forward
While the increasing turbulence
Whipped the long strands
Into a disarray of Medussa hair.
The threads of snakes lashed
At cheeks and eyes,
Clouding sight and sound.
Rocking and rolling,
The vessel sailed
While the passengers swayed
As if mimicking drunken sailors.
The solitary walker forged ahead,
Enduring buffets and onslaught,
Resolute and firm,
To face another fury,
To face another day-
To face an unkind future.
RosyView 
Rosy First post in a long time and it went to my junk mail! Good thing I checked. Glad to see you are still writing. Where you in the Adriatic recently? I could feel like I was walking on the rocking dock also
We were in NC in May and then busy with kids track and Eli’s basketball games and then Lily’s HS graduation! Paul and I are recovering from bad colds – I cough when I talk so I have not been not been calling anyone for conversations. Hope I get over it soon. Liz
Two years ago. I did experience that. I was brave to stay that long.
Thank you. That is praise indeed. I wanted his children and grandchildren to know him.