Whenever tired,
In this daily framework
Of life,
The mind wanders.
Mine wanders down to the
Water’s edge.
Weariness then becomes
My travelling companion,
Taking me to the water’s edge,
Where I may look out,
And let the seas calm
And caress, and soothe
My soul, as only the
Sea can do.

And in my weary daydreams
The wandering mind
Becomes the wading mind,
Gently traversing the sands,
Caressing the waves with
The reverence they deserve,
For nothing has travelled the
Seas like the waves.

Out into the bright waters,
Out into the deep and
Foreboding oceans.
Further, till out of sight
Of land,
I become jubilant.

Me and the sea,
The waves and the sky,
Caressing the soul and
Cleansing the mind.

Stroke for stroke
Across the waters,
Across the waves
Away from any land.

And I reel in my jubilant daydream,
Forgetting the cold of the water,
Forgetting I cannot swim forever,
Forgetting that I am free
Forgetting that I would drown
If I stay forever;
Forgetting I am sitting at a desk.