It's lonely here
but there's comfort in the light
panning across the sea.
There's time to think
and time to contemplate
who I am
and who I might have been.
The clouds are horses
galloping or sheep
driven by an unseen shepherd.
Waves like tears
are gems to capture
and store in polished boxes.
Or evil spirits
to quell with magic.
I choose to let them pass.
Their destination never,
their purpose unknown,
they can push a man to shore
or pull him under,
buoy up or sink a ship.
I let them be,
my job to watch only,
to understand, not staunch, the sea.