April 17, 2018

• Where Water Meets the Sky

  I am once again using a poem I wrote several years ago, for this year's National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt. (I checked the rules and it's not cheating.) The prompt today is #5 Water. Lately I've felt adrift in a sea of confusion and change. I hope someday soon I can find that place where the sea of change meets the freedom of the sky and I can take flight. For now, I'll tighten my life jacket and keep paddling into the waves.

  

  WHERE WATER MEETS THE SKY

  Like fishermen in children’s rhyme,
  I find myself afloat
  Upon an endless crystal sea,
  Inside a fragile boat.
  At times the sea is blue and still,
  At times the waves are high,
  And I would leave my little boat
  And spread my wings and fly,
  If only I could find the place
  Where water meets the sky.

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