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.