The Open Ocean
The open ocean. A vast horizon of opal blue. The glint of the sun causes the ocean to blink where the water meets the sky. That line of concentration, furrowing without creases. From my eyes, the ocean seems to have no end…no stop sign saying…"ok, maybe it’s time to turn back.” Instead, it both invites and challenges at the same time. A woman, tempestuous, wild…alive. Bursting with vitality, the open ocean dances through her moods like a lover of extremes. There is no middle ground…there is only the vast, infinite horizon, and the depths below. As I inhale, the taste of salt and kelp limps into my nose…the scent of freedom, the scent of power. Not my own…mind you, but the power of the ocean…Poseidon, I’ve always felt that he was more powerful than even Zeus in some ways. In fact, I believe it is Poseidon, not Zeus that affects humans the most deeply (aside from Aphrodite, Gods bless and curse that woman). The water is more relevant…a closer friend, a loving tormentor…or the terror that rules us all…or the life from which we are all created and sustained. The ocean talks to me, the deepest bass you can imagine…inaudible by the human ear, but soul-audible, if you know how to listen. It tells me to calm down, to breathe, to wonder, to humble myself, a sacrifice to the ocean. I am but a single droplet in an ocean of eternal and infinite dances. My dance…my ripples spread as the drop that comprises me brushes the water’s skin. They spread with urgency, in an attempt to fall as deeply and widely as possible. The ripples reach out with grasping breath in order to maximize their magnitude and weight. That is all the human life is. The kiss of a single drop, upon an ocean of eternity. But kiss on, kiss on I say…for the ocean is made of those kisses. And without my kiss, and your kiss…there would be no ocean…and that would not be a world worth living in.