Seems so distant,
Across the mighty waves,
Dark waters,
My spirit awaits.
An audacious fish, I’m not.
Instead,
A young lion cub that tests the depth of the river with its inept paws,
Only to dip his face,
And wet his vibrissae.
The waves are strong as jute,
Holy! This is absurd.
But the wind plays a subtle tune,
Waves do a lap-lap,
Invite me to enter them, fight them, resist them.
And I know,
As I overlook the ocean,
Under the scarlet- pinks of the evening sky,
That just as it encourages me to travel the waters, and
Unravel my frights;
Similarly,
The ocean snarls one huge splash of advance,
And lands deliberate droplets on my face,
So do the waves challenge me to enter them, fight them,
Win over them.
