Decades gone, a boy’s soul stumbled on the vast acre

Of this pristine entity.

The ocean’s mystery drew a spell on his eyes 

And tides of turmoil in his heart.

With mighty torrents roaring heavily,

The ocean spoke to him—

A mystic and divine place

Where the living and the dead cross paths. 

She bragged about her brutal, despotic throne 

And mighty hands nursing her rage. 

But beneath her chaos hides her fragility— 

Her restless soul longs to find an end 

To this flow of vicissitudes.

They talked and laughed, drawing circles on the seashore.

She triumphantly uttered the souls she swallowed, 

And the few she freed.

The ocean taunted science—

Mocking its incompetence to uncover her mystery. 

He marveled at the ocean’s calm,

Knowing of her potential turbulence.

Fascinated and enlightened by the ocean, 

His eyes shimmered in epiphany.

On that quiet, sandy shore, the ocean lay bare

With lives teeming in her depths and orifices.

Celestials reached for him as they danced along the shoreline.

Ewurama Tawiah Welbeck is a Ghanaian Creative writer and English Language teacher who uses poetry and prose to explore beauty, longing, loss, despair and familial bond. She finds existential meaning through amusement, tragedy, and strength. A fellow of SprinNG Writing Fellowship, one of her works appears in Writer’s Space Africa.

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