Winter Solstice Poem
when the Sun lingers for a week
to coax the Sun back from its gloom
I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering, but one must be strong and be a born poet. It's really not my fault.
Arthur Rimbaud, 1871, age 16
Ocean waves transport energy over vast distances...
There are waves of all sizes and shapes rolling into the beach at any given time. If they’re not stopped by anything, waves can travel across entire ocean basins and so the waves at your beach might be from a storm half a world away.
Oceans in Motion: Waves and Tides