#lifeonthewater
On a sailboat
On Lake Superior
This shimmering body of water and I
are separated only
by a thin layer of sunblock,
a pair of shades
On a sailboat
On Lake Superior
Moments move as slowly
as the low breeze nudging the sail
I know not the year
or state I’m in out here
I know only
that I am the water
and the water is me
To Do Lists of life on land
cannot find me
sheltered here
by waves
Cradled here by currents
older than any human care
I am free as I float
Agendas, ambitions, anxieties—all inferior
On this sailboat
On sacred Lake Superior
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Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC
Beneath the velvet sky, the boy floats alone,
A silent canoe sways, no sound, just the tone
Of waves that whisper secrets in the night,
As the moon casts shadows, soft and bright.
The sea beneath him teems with life unknown,
A dance of creatures in the depths they've grown—
A whale’s tail flits like a shadowed dream,
A jellyfish glows in a ghostly gleam.
Lost in the vastness, the boy seeks his way,
A soul adrift, a heart led astray.
He gazes up at the heavens’ endless sea,
Each star a whisper, each flicker a plea.
"Where am I going? What is this plight?"
His voice swallowed by the endless night.
But the stars speak softly, a guide from afar,
The light of a distant, unreachable star.
In the silence, he calls out to the divine,
"Are you there, God? Can your light be mine?"
The universe, vast, yet so close to his soul,
A light in the dark, a beacon, a goal.
The stars flicker brighter, the sea a calm sheet,
He feels a stillness, where heartbeats meet.
The creatures around him, the stars up above,
A reminder that guidance comes wrapped in love.
And though the night feels endless and wide,
He knows he’s not lost—he’s just on a ride.
For even in darkness, even adrift,
There’s a quiet voice giving him a lift.
The boy on the canoe, with stars for his guide,
Learns that sometimes, it’s okay to just ride.
For in the silence, the night, and the waves,
There’s a truth that guides him, that he’ll always crave.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 7:48 AM UTC