Black and White

By what unimaginable complaint does the hand of god
Reach down to veil the waves and hide the sun,
The clouds a cloak to sins that shake the seas
From miles below, where kraken, squid, and serpents heave

The world apart in currents of disease, bringing famine
To the land, and spasms of despair? Forced across the ocean
By fissures in the world, fable shrouds the sky,
Rises to the air in chasms of contempt and then,

Mollified by height, by billows and by drift,
Turns white, and folds the whole horizon in its snows.

January 4th, 2016, Kailua