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And there is that wild ocean 
Again
Totally indifferent to my mood
What does it care
What I care?
On windy, rainy days
Steely blue
Inviting me to do some
Victorian
Walk in
And never reemerge.
On quiet days
Again
The siren sings
Me into her lavender waves
Golden highlights
Disguising
The rinse cycle
That holds you down.
Somehow
Whatever it does
Is
Fine
With me
Eventually a storm
Will come again,
And the waves
Will redirect traffic
And not one person
Can do
Anything about it
Sometimes
I love it
When
Nature
Takes over
For
A
Moment
In this place
It evens the playing field
With humans
And then they forget
Only to be shocked
When the seas rise
Or that mysterious
Rain (what the hell?)
Appears
Just
When you
Need it most
And
Want
It
Least.
Have fun you mean dreamers.
You may forget
Who am I kidding?
You will forget
But
Nature
Is
A
Relentless
Mirror.
Feel that tap on your shoulder?
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“Nature
Is
A
Relentless
Mirror.”
Perfect, and your whole poem, perfect…Know the neutrality of nature from summers working as a fire-lookout in northern BC. Love the still-life photo too, nostalgic and evocative…
Weather can reflect so much of our own emotional nature. In Los Angeles it forces the silly people to recognize they actually have no control. Rain turns perfectly controlled hair into a frizzy, wild mess. It proves that most people don’t know how to drive their high powered, extremely expensive automobiles, and that even the most famous can’t stop the sky.