Impersonating an ocean trying to be all it can be but still falling short in its magnitude.
I sit here, the waves amplifying the wind, staring at the curve of the earth I see at the horizon.
Maybe everything will be alright – it says to me
Assuring my anxious nature
You have a way of making waves into tsunamis and strong winds into hurricanes, don’t you know who you are?
You are an ocean,
pretending to be a lake.