Angry seas launch my eggshell craft

Floating, but a second, before

Gravity’s tentacles tighten

Crash!  Into the trough

Green water overhead

Where air had been

Scared, I fight for control

To survive

My fragile vessel, scarred

From numerous storms

Victim of circumstance

Once again

Exhausted from the struggle

I finally learn that I cannot

Control Nature’s fury

But must weather

I trim the sails, hand on tiller

Adjust the course to surf

Not be buried

By the uncontrollable