Upon the restless sea,
A woven water-proof basket floats,
A baby in its warm interior
Thumb in mouth,
Beautiful eyes fixed to the sky.
Basket floats for days,
Pulls close to shore one night,
And out crawls an infant into the water,
Out wades a little boy,
On the shore trudges a stark naked man,
Dripping with all glory.
Stops he does, and glances back at his basket
Before he morphs into an albatross
And soars into the sky.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
Upon the restless sea,
A woven water-proof basket floats,
A baby in its warm interior
Thumb in mouth,
Beautiful eyes fixed to the sky.
Basket floats for days,
Pulls close to shore one night,
And out crawls an infant into the water,
Out wades a little boy,
On the shore trudges a stark naked man,
Dripping with all glory.
Stops he does, and glances back at his basket
Before he morphs into an albatross
And soars into the sky.
What can not be explained.
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