Poetry || claustrophobia

white foam engulfs rocks
     upon rocks of history
a lone man sits,
     taking in the horizon
the ocean all around
      intoxicates him with a sudden sense of
          C L A U S T R O P H O B I A
he cannot escape the beauty
     the sheer vastness of it
he just sits there,
     the wind whispering
          secrets of y e s t e r d a y
he listens carefully
     to the lullaby the waves sing
telling him stories in a language
     his mind doesn't understand
          but his h e a r t memorizes
stories of invasions and pain
     of glories and riches
          of a people summerged in customs that are not theirs
the sun sets on the picture
     this poem p a i n t s
only to rise again
     in another person's quaint existance