The Sea CEO

Friction – Chapter Seven.

He used to come
every morning
with his papers.
Pour faire le point.

But now he got promoted.
He has an iPad.
So everything
is better organized.

He came early
because
he had big responsibilities.
Sometimes he brought coffee too.
He needed to focus.

He would look at the sea
with his sharp eyes,
measuring the atmosphere,
smelling for eventual issues.

“The salty air is à pic.”

“Allez hop,on y va.”

He would start by
making sure the tidal level
was correct.
Checking the wind direction.
And then, his full concentration
on the waves.

Their formation.
Their movements.
Their numbers.

Sometimes,
if he felt something off,
he would check
their length
and height.

He had to make sure
everything worked perfectly.
The earth depended on him.

And then,
for the rest of the day,
he made plans to improve
the ecosystem.

How to
have more waves
with little wind.
Refine their size.
Améliorer their structure.

He had to finish
this upgrade
by the end of the year.

Next year,
he would work
on the sand.
It didn’t seem sandy enough.
It could be much more raffiné.

The CEO finished his day,
exhausted.
He didn’t even have time
for lunch.

He looked at the sea,
satisfied.
His project seemed promising.

On his way to his
Rolls-Royce,
he suddenly stopped,
looked around.

“Ça sent le poisson,” He said.