You are simply minutiae far from the horizon
Flotsam above the hungry chasm fathoms below
Your salvation from Leviathan is laughable
Shiny fiberglass, overpriced varnish on teak
Among the stars, the waves, the storms
You realize how small and non-existent you are
Unimportant in the greater scheme of universal flow
Fish food if you do not take care
Your confidence, Aeolus' grace of fair winds, and severe care
Gift you with another day above the blue tomb of this deep
You yearned for solitude, and you got it
It is now only you, your wits, and hope
Or perhaps a song, melancholy, and gratitude
To catch the next breeze in the flip of canvas
There are no variances in the shades of cerulean
You see the shoreline after a squall
A sense of relief, and yet
Impatience fills your soul to return to the vastness
I cannot leave the sea, my lover, my life
Take me back
Image by Regina J McMurray. 2008, Gulf Stream Crossing, leaving Charleston, NC heading toward the Panama Canal, Nov. 5, the day after President Obama was elected--the first time!
There is fiction. There is life. What is the difference?
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