Restless

Restless, the sea,

in slap and sparring agitation,

churns colour in its tumbrel

from the rousing wake

of journeying.

Like the charnel house jumble

of dreaming

in wakeful moments,

catching uninvited

in an ambush of distraction.

These days are choppy waters,

a disturbation of the even temperance

of peace

and the mechanism of tides.