Ocean wraps around the world,
currents carry, pull and swirl,
heedless of my looping hand
it smooths the pearl,
it shapes the land,
brings the food that feeds the clan.
In darkest depths it holds in store
a million missing souls and more,
talents held forever still,
from storm, or war,
or lack of skill,
unburied all, they lie there still.
And yet, despite the dangers there,
a sailed boat skims, without a care
across this perfect Summer's day;
cloth catches air,
it flies away,
beyond the safety of the bay.