on the back of a hurricane

                                               The wind came overnight

on the back of a hurricane

across the Atlantic

Katia by name.

I went to the sea

by the old lifeboat station

waves tossing shingle

where rocks touch the waves.

The sea it was boiling

churning then breaking

stewing not resting

wasting the energy of thousands of miles.

Far from the beach

huge waves were smashing

surfers just staring

too wild to ride.

People were watching

nature in fury

seagulls were land bound

in wind so extreme.

Sky it was angry

darker than night

storm skimmed the surface

skudding so fast.

This day is unusual

wind so extraordinary

people were watching

then Katia expired.