Between the Sea and Sky
Tidal waters. The estuary itself
seems to swim through the morning mist.
I like to go to the river mouth
hold my skiff steady
where the currents mingle.
In poor visibility
the little boat slowly turns.
Small waves crest under the hull.
I am both turned and lifted.
Often I feel the immensity of this ocean planet
and my place in all this grandeur,
and not just the usual
fish out of water.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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