A Boat at Sea
The first thing I noticed was the water around me,
Miles and miles of blue stretching as far as the eye could see
And the second thing was the hard feel of the hard matte wood on the boat
in which I sat,
Breathing in the musty wood's scent
And quietly content,
And idly touching my hand to my lips,
Licking the salt off my fingertips,
Breathing in the salty air's smell.
The only change in the bleak sight of the eternal sapphire that surrounded me
was the occasional fish jumping to be free
of the monotony
that swallowed us.
the last thing i noticed was the silence
the complete absence of noise
and the void that i could feel
only to be gloriously filled upon the occasional fish jumping
to break the surface.