written for a friend

you stand, on a glistening rock
desperately far from shore.
hurtling waves
thrust their power
like a hungry minatour.
in our little boat, we scream
and shout to you –
we jump and wave and bellow
but the ocean wants you too.
you edge towards the water
with a trembling dread
its mighty thrashing beckons you
to even closer tread.
we are here, we are here,
you may not see us
but we’re here,
hidden by the spray,
we are not far away.
oceans rage between us
yet our little boat ploughs through.
it may be shrouded in the foam
but we are coming after you.