Unknowing

Ajar – the window

lets in wind

monotonous the sound

Welcomed by

the latch that breaks

with questions that abound

I look outside

and see the sea

tumultuous of form

The tide will rise

to my surprise

before the heavy storm

I check the glass –

it rattles so –

like an empty bottle whistling

I feel my neck –

it tingles so –

like an insect – it is bristling

A sound diverts

my scattered thoughts

to the noise outside – it’s growing

The tide – it sings

the strangest things

I bask in my unknowing.