Water lapped in tranquil, glassy waves
Emitting a sense of peace, stillness, and grace.
Sunlight brilliantly streamed
In white translucent sheets
Between clouds of tinted gray
While brightening the horizon across the bay.
Occasional sailboats and a lone ferry
I perceived gliding upon the softly swaying sea
Of gently rolling waves
As I rode by on the late evening train.
Lapping swells appeared to try
To reach upward and touch the sky.
As if to join and be a larger part
Of this vast and endless universe.
The small sea attempted to rise and grasp heaven
unite with the borderless ocean.
But lo, an intruding mass of land
Firmly obstructed the small sea’s determined path
To rise up and stretch further still
Or to weave around the intruding hill.
So this small and gentle sea
Learned contentment and just to be
Satisfied in its’ uniquely assigned place
Lapping quietly in this crystal blue bay.