At the edge of land

I stand on the promontory, watching your maniacal waves thrash against the granite wall in a bellowing suicidal attempt to take the land away from me. Ain’t gonna happen, oh mighty Pacific Ocean. Not today, at least. Today I’m the winner, the goddess, the one with the land. Your battle cry may sweep over me but, though I am small, I feel strong standing within your massive power. I know that you can destroy. I know that you can kill. But not this day. Today I will go home and eat dinner, my hair matted by your fury. I will live for another day . . . and so will you, my nemesis, my beloved.