The Sea and the Captain. A poem.

She kept her wits about her, stood firm on her feet and let love surround her like the salt water winds coming off the sea
tousling her hair, billowing her clothes, even making her rock on her heels with their strongest gusts

but never sweeping her away

The salt water winds which change with the tides are directed by the invisible hand of Mother moon
Mother moon who shines her light for Us to show us the way
slowly extinguishes her light
so that we also know darkness and the beauty of a velvet black sky full of stars—winking.

Salt water winds coming off the sea; Yet I am The Sea and you are the Great Captain of a ship
And this is an even greater story than Ahab and his white whale.
With all the drama of the ocean—teeming with life
her storms
Deep Blue
tides and currents
And your skill with the masts and sails, reading the tides and gleaning information from the sky

We transcend the story line of Conqueror and Conquered where Greatness, in the end, is had by only one.
Where ego makes it impossible for each to see beyond their Object, consumed by it to the point of losing sight of self.

You, my captain, love and respect the sea.
On calm waters a pleasant smile emerges from the scruff of your beard as you enjoy the way she
buoys you
cradles you
rocks you
until you meet her calm.

When the water gets choppy and the winds hit the sails, reverberating like the strike of a snare drum, you find your footing on the spray soaked deck
and set to work from a new place of calm
mustering your power and wisdom
using what you know about Her,
not to placate her— you can’t— but to allow her to thrash
to be with It
one part
of all of Her

It does not diminish you; You emerge stronger, more resilient and full of admiration of her power.

And I, the sea, look smilingly upon you, the ship intact, you are whole, now resting on the bow of the boat with pink cheeks from pulsing blood and moving muscles.
Signs of strength.
Strong enough to be with me in the torrent
and vulnerable enough to enjoy the rocking calm when it comes again and makes you tender with slack muscles and deep breath from lungs expanded from the exertion.

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