Once, alone,
\nUpon a wide wide sea I went.
\nIn touch with my self;
\nthe sea;
\nIn touch with every part of me.
\nWinds were fair and sails full;
\nVenturing forth I continued on my way.<\/p>\n
A journey unencumbered by any crew,
\nJust myself, the vessel,
\nand the winds that blew
\nSteadily out of the west;
\nAnd a sun that shone,
\nand the rolling waves.<\/p>\n
The spirit of the sun, the waves,
\nThe sea, my little vessel, and me;
\nAll these spirits coming together,
\njust for the betterment of me.<\/p>\n
It was a spirit’s journey
\nWhere I would find myself
\nIn league with the wind and sea.
\nIn cohorts with a boat
\nTo bring this body to where it’s free:
\nTo take me back to the sea.<\/p>\n
A sea I’d known in younger days
\n(Though never I’d forgotten)
\nA sea I’d loved, through all of time,
\nEven though I had gone away
\nI always knew I’d return.<\/p>\n
Onward, into the blue
\nTowards an Island that I knew
\nwould be my refuge, my haven,
\nMy home on the sea.
\nTowards an Island where I could find me.<\/p>\n
Passing through the wide blue sea
\nNot a human soul to distract me,
\nNor a boon companion to comfort me,
\nsave the roll of the waves
\nand the wind moving on,
\nYet accompanied I always was.<\/p>\n
A lone lost tern did visit me.
\nSetting down in the water where
\nI could see, a fellow traveler,
\nalone on the sea.
\nA pelagic soul, just like me.<\/p>\n
Overhead that little bird’s mates did fly.
\nAfter his visit with me,
\nA glance and a squawk for a good-bye,
\nHe joined his flock again.<\/p>\n
My flock lies waiting back on land,
\nWhere my parting glance
\ncould not hide
\nan eagerness, untold,
\nOr a respectful fear,
\nFor the sea was all I needed.<\/p>\n
And like the bird,
\nA pelagic soul,
\nI know to my flock I’ll return.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Once, alone,
Upon a wide wide sea I went.
In touch with my self;
the sea;
In touch with every part of me.
Winds were fair and sails full;
Venturing forth I continued on my way.<\/p>\n
A journey unencumbered by any crew,
Just myself, the vessel,
and the winds that blew
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