trapped between the Atlantic Ocean and the Baltic Sea

the North Sea heaves without apology

in a constant state of anger and rage

traversing ships battle the frequent gales

their lights swallowed by rain and swells

while gulls hang motionless above black water

where metal sea spiders suck up oil reserves

Their rusty steel legs disappear into the cold depths

and the horizon tastes of salt, diesel, and old mariner’s faded dreams