Oct 20 The Attacking Wave

I stand up on a shore
with the astonishing view lay before.
One by one, shouting
and charging me with the feeling
I had never had, not once,
does it bounce
on the wave
neither is it being brave.
For why is Fisher blocking
and mocking
the weak me,
and the way
on the ocean out of the bay?
Is it keeping me away
in the month of May.
From the heaven
like the raven,
from the one particular
and being peculiar?
I wonder
should I ponder?
If I should stop and start to
Ignore the fisher and walk away to
the place I can keep
watching my attacking wave.