journey

life as a notion seeking its ocean  
   
“He who does not know his way to the sea should take a river for  
his guide.”—Blaise Pascal  
   
gentle river,  
cheerful giver  
          of your life-sustaining ink,  
let me with thee  
take the journey  
          to thy oceanic rink.  
   
in your nature  
lies my future,  
          e'er persistent to your goal;  
absolutely,
resolutely,  
          pressing on, you joyful soul!  
   
still defending,  
never bending,  
          though i spar with fearsome nights,  
gentle river,  
cheerful giver,  
          write my wrongs, publish my rites!  
   
when at morning  
comes the dawning,  
          as we hunger for her shores,  
let the thankful  
sea our tankful  
          of life's ink spill on her floors.  
   
no more roaming,  
we are homing,  
          where the ink writes, on the scroll,  
tales of passion  
and compassion,  
          man and animal patrol;  
   
tales of fountains  
in the mountains;  
          somersault and precipice;  
vendors plying  
fish they're frying—  
          piscine anti-genesis!    
   
let me flourish  
in the relish  
          of thy marine paradise;  
let my quill stir  
inks forever,  
          of thy grand self-sacrifice.  
   
© Copyright 2023 December 04  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫