sky and sea and mysticism

Everyone else is sitting on the driftwood

Far from the water 

But not me.

I am at the waters’ edge.

Ocean waves

Billowing clouds 

Perfection

And yet

Instability 

Uncontrollable

Unknown 

Changing

Moving

High

Deep 

Why am I so afraid

Of a god defined by 

Mystery 

When there is nothing I love more

Than the billowing clouds 

And the crashing sea? 

My mind screams for certainty 

But everything else whispers,

“Open your eyes.”