Debra Hall

Published poem (2007) included in an anthology entitled Island Dreams ISBN 0-9550329-3-8

What am I?

I can run, yet cannot hide.

I’m sometimes slim and sometimes wide.

Yes, my shape and form will shift,

due to ebbing tides and drift.

I’m devoid of mathematical shape, you see.

I’m forever changing – that’s me!

I have hundreds of mouths, but no feet…

to gobble you up - like a mouth-watering sweet.

I have bottoms of various lengths,

and so, ‘being level’ isn’t a strength.

My surface has never produced a tree;

nor flower, frog, rabbit, or bee.

Over eons, I have, on occasions, ruled.

I’m wild, man! Not automated! Not fuelled!

My power is a natural phenomenon,

So-o-o be respectful! as I spare no-one.

I have no face, or eyes that see,

but cry, thick with emotion…What am I? An Ocean!

Debra Hall