Alone at Sea...

There is a gentle rise and fall. It makes you feel lonely. The storms come and go. Sometimes we meet someone on the way. They stick around for a bit, then the current drives them off. Just you again, now; And all that blue. You may get tired of it. Yet; Sometimes wondrous things occur. A frenzied fight for food or a pack of playful dolphins alleviate the tedium. Those moments make you smile. But most of it is blue, vast and lonesome. The oars can take you somewhere, but the current really pulls you. Ships come and go in the night, shore-lines pass, the rhythm and weather change on whims you don’t understand. A few people get out, but we don’t know where they go. Nights are cold, days are raining, the sun can burn and other times it is pleasant. The ocean is so vast, you are so small. Even when you find others and join their ship, on the occasion when you stare outside of the group you remember how small you felt, how small you are. And everybody is fishing for answers, line out, waiting with patience. When one bites it is best to remember you only caught a truth. Nobody ever catches the Truth.