Ocean

That old ocean,  
salty and steady,  
its stomach has been churning  
since the day it was born.  
Blue/ink-black in the depths  
of open ocean.  
Clear/Windex blue-turquoise green  
at the beach, where the waves  
constantly sift the shore sand.  
That great salt pond that retains  
the minerals rivers and streams  
have brought from faraway places.  
Who are we to know all its mysteries?  
We stand at its edge in fear and wonder.  
Curiosity and an adventurous spirit  
move some to sail out of sight of land  
towards the horizon, which is always  
just as out of reach as tomorrow.  
Majestic sea, mighty ocean.  
Rocking tide, unseen currents,  
a calm breeze sways the palms,  
a painted sky as the ocean  
captures the evening sun.  
One last walk down the beach to the sound of evening waves,
the moon shimmering on the water, while that old ocean lays there smiling.