The Castaway And The Sea

A man who had been shipwrecked by 

The ocean as he lay ashore

Reproached the sea as he would cry

What she was responsible for.

He said that it was she who bore

The onus, for the sailing men,

She drew by saying “come” to her

Only to rage against them then.

But once he spoke the sea took shape

Of a fair woman as she’d say,

“I might storm off of cove and cape,

Behaving that erratic way,

“But winds are who to blame not me,

For I am tranquil till they blow;

Although it seems to be the sea

The winds must be the cause of woe.”