Humanity is an Ocean, Waiting

The sea is a distant relative we all should visit more --
we are all at least sixty percent water, ebb and flow of oceans,
 
so sit and watch the waves awhile, watch them come and go,
chanting miracles, recalling the impressive and the blessed
 
transformations, visions and wonders; then bring them home again.
Waves crash and sing sweet sea-shanty songs, determined just to be,
 
convey such wild optimism, inspiration and belief, the sea endlessly
shifting, shifting, relentless. We have met a thousand times or more --
 
ancient, faithful fury and calm, calm, such passion and resonance.
All things are possible, hold on, hold on, change viewpoints and perspectives,
 
seasons shifting relentless, lovers, yearning, learning, the sea, slowly shifts,
becomes me, impassioned with strong feelings, feel every wave and tide,
 
the gentle tide and time. Did you live a good life? Did a good life live you?
Oceans touch shores, softly, gently, lilting, losing, tenderly into sleep