A day’s work weaving through the wind,
Man’s ambition at a standstill with the sea’s indestructible glare, sharp and grim.
Cold harsh waters shiver the soul, and
The ocean, a protectress, of what man had stolen.
A wrong move and fate claims one to the sea,
But one must pay for their family needs.
Each day a chance with fate,
Unpredictable and circuitous as the rolling waves.
As the battle with the wading water has begun,
The shining red reflection has shown man what he has done.
Gianna Moser
Gianna Moser is a member of the class of 2024. She enjoys the expressive aspects and experiences that come with creative writing. She aspires to make a positive impact on the world, one way or another.
About this poem: "As the battle with the wading water has begun, the shining red reflection has shown man what he has done.”