Back to the sea

I hold a shell up to my ear,
and listen.
Listen to the sea calling me,
me without gill or fin
back to my very origin.
Way back.

Back to the saline sea of my mother's womb.
Back to life's ultimate swim.
From a safe quiet sea
to begin my life and be.
Back further still.

Back to the moment of conception.
In a sea of love,
poised to start the first inning.
I am back to my very beginning.

 

Mollie Odell Bourne

The Open Sea

How swiftly flows the river,
as it hastens to be free,
away from land's binding fetters,
en route to the open sea.
The passage is a rough one,
that it tackles with seeming glee,
shooting dangerous, rocky rapids,
en route to the open sea.
When at last it's reached that goal,
fulfilling it's destiny,
it mingles with the salty brine,
found in the open sea.
How similar is the life of man,
struggling like you and me,
to reach that lofty promised land.
The sky is our open sea.

William Otto

For ev gjester,

– men ikke sett koppen slik!

For ev guests,

and hopefully you are too clever

to put the latte down like this…