Wet Soles

The ocean is most splendid on a rainy day, I suppose.

Everything is gray.

The sky meets the sea and blends

Into a watercolor picture,

And fog obscures the horizon.

The ferry rolls in

Steered by turbulent waves.

I am waiting, standing on weak boards

Dampness soaking through my thin shoes

I breathe in the ocean spray and taste the sea foam

Salt on my tongue.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Alex.

 

Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?