The sea of Philosophy is wide and worn deep –
it spans in all directions unending and complete.
It’s an ocean first tranquil then unhinged –
and I am but a traveler, sailing its brim.
I peek over the edge of this boat of mine –
to find on the surface a reflection supine.
I’m alone on the water, the sun losing its height –
when just below the surface swim schools of delight.
And terror.
Who knows what’s beneath, eager to devour –
Or perhaps there’s refuge in this, my needful hour.
The waves are coming, rolling in wash –
pushing and pulling and driving my loss.
Then one thought rises with critical amend –
when I scan the horizon, what lies at the bend?
It’s cold now, huddled, waiting on this raft –
filled with questions I know I must ask.
IF I dive into the deep,
IF I thrash for my life,
a new day will come from the perilous night.
