He loved the ocean’s many moods,
From red skies in the morning with all alarms,
He warily observed the smooth horizon
But prepared for her oncoming storms.
Beginning with majestic swells,
The ship rode waves from trough to crest.
Inside the cabin he felt content and safe,
Like being at his mother’s breast.
There were also quiet clear nights,
Electric nights filled with glowing fish,
That darted alongside the ship’s hull,
Ready to grant him his favorite wish.
He wished he could be one of them,
Leaping and flying from wave to wave.
But as he watched he felt great despair.
He would never be quite so brave.
The sea could lure him from time to time,
Her beauty had him under her spell.
He would return and walk that rolling gait,
She knew his heart too well.
Seascapes were surreal but always a delight.
Harbors were protection during perilous night.
The ocean was his mother, his wife, his lifeboat,
And from the crow’s nest, his world was afloat.