Inanimate Gestures

what I thought was this
as I tasted salty wind and watched
the bracken tremble in its ledge
how mighty the ocean might be in its tempest
without a soul
or a mind
or a body of its own
then with what or rather Whose power
I might assail all doubts
all fears
all that stands against
as mighty as the sea
who for all its grandness
only inanimately gestures

by Christy Wornom

Christy is an ER nurse, writer, graphic designer, and outdoor enthusiast who is passionate about social justice, healthcare reform, and a well-brewed cup of coffee.


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