If this is the summer, then
That must be the ocean spray
Threatening to freeze my ears…
Becoming the water of life as
The wind gives it motion.

*
Across the world I roll,
Slowly but with purpose,
The clouds following as
The miles fall away.

Each horizon looks the same:
Blue and white above,
Blue and white below;
Clouds of spray crossing the ocean
As waves decorate the sky.

*
It is not to foreign climes
I travel, but tomorrow.
I explore the unknown
All around me: the roads
Less travelled through
Everyday beauty that is
Too often ignored.

The sea was to be my home
When I had none:
An antidote to a loneliness
That is long gone.
I need no longer look for
Happiness: it has found me.

01/18/2011

Posted on 06/30/2011
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