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Today’s Sea

The Ocean is so vast, as far as you can see

Waves, blues grey and whites

Stretch from horizon to horizon with nothing in between

The ship is like a slow moving story, each chapter similar but unique

The waves are the sentences, the whitecaps the exclamation points

Looking down into the sea, passing over who knows what

The depths hide their secrets, revealed to only a few

The sea is a mirror, duplicating what is above

Not as smooth as the sky but almost as clear

Broken only by the wind that was here yesterday

Or arrives tomorrow as its messenger

Bringing peace or anger will shape the surface

To whatever suits its fancy but will define its destiny

As well as those who accompany it on this journey

As night approaches the future and the past merges into one

From orange to red to pink, ultimately black

A few lingering clouds reveal what was here

Indistinguishable from each other as the surface and sky combine

Bring completeness to the process, at least for now

The sun sets far away and in an instant almost darkness

Until tomorrow when it resumes this journey again

Joseph Henry Bednarz

January 4, 2014

On the fantail of the Breakaway