Seals poke their heads through the waves;
Osprey fly high in the starry night;
I am between them.
Breathing in the scent of the sea
and listening to the lapping water,
I sense balance.
In the wind, my whirring mind slows
To consider lighthouses
Or count lobster traps.
Jagged lines etch the horizons;
Waves and trees and clouds
In water colors.
Illusions of complicated obstacles:
Rigging is not tangled;
Sails let me see more.
Time to raise anchor.
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