Drops of rain falling on its surface at night…
I mean the Sea in the middle of the Sea
No visible horizons to scoop up the drops
No valleys to cradle the buckets of water
No rivers to channel it inland
No fields to soak it up
just a piano for the rain.

I mean the Sea becoming an Ocean
A body within a body of water
Tossing against another
Deep, salty, grey, misty, humid and cold, even in thunderstorm
At mercy of Sun and Moon
whipped into motion sickness over and over again…

Who is there to see it?
Who can tell it’s pointless?

(From a landlocked country to an island – can’t get my head around the idea of Oceans and Seas surrounding me before my sleep)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s