Old rock cliffs trying to stop a sea that vaults
Like little flowers cling to a craggy cleft
Only a few feet from spraying sea salts
With such brutal force heaves the tidal heft

Leeward to all of the pounding surf rests
Just barely inside the Cape’s jutting shoals
A small colony of fat eiders nests
Overfilled with fish taking waddled strolls

Everywhere the sound of the crashing sea
Filling the air with nature’s symphony
I listen humbled to lesser degree
As land and sea pops in disharmony

Standing at the edge of earth's palisades
Thinking of the tales of King Orodes