take a seat
on the bow
and you'll bob
side to side
with the waves
as they threaten to
throw off
your center of balance

they seem menacing
yet they roll under the ship;
the biggest crest can
cause the calmest stir--
and it takes just one rogue wave
to topple over

so take a seat
upon the hull
to feel
the crash of the front
against the water
and the splash
hits your shins,
ricochets off the guard
and gets salt in your face

they stand
and you sit unharmed
and again and again
like some cruel paradox,
some infinite procedure,
the waves hit;
they roll
conform to the tides
and erode the soul
until your lost in a thought loop
because the same thing keeps occurring,
the same splash...
the same thought...

but take a seat
dangling off the only life preserver you've got,
dancing atop that deep solution,
and lift your eyes
to the horizon
where the sea meets the sky--
you know that they never touch
but only hover
distances from each other
in an infinite loop
of day and night,
rotation on the axis,
the earth and its' atmosphere

so take a seat
and strap yourself in
because honey
you're a part of it
and fishy
you're a part of it
and clouds
you're a part of it

passing

in an

infinite

loop

~