One Can Ask a Hundred Foot Wave

One can ask a hundred foot wave,
“Who are you? Are you alive? What
Do you want?” You can struggle against it,
It will spatter you and blot you out,

Or maybe in the chaos you will think
Beyond the borders of your ship
And you can spend your life being lifted
And battered, it can remove the grip

Of your every tired thought, or then
The radio squawks, they want you to
Return to shore, unload the fuel,
And report beside the avenue