OCEANS APART

Oceans Apart was inspired by a box of fishing floats that my brother mailed to me from an island on his voyage across the Pacific.  The theme is pulled from society and my family dynamics where two sides of the spectrum can’t hear the other. We risk drifting oceans apart, unless we make the effort to find common ground despite the shifting sands.

OCEANS APART

We thought we could foresee
With compass and a chart.
But sand topography
Was different than the  start.
From where we used to be,
We’re now oceans apart.

Words sank and pressure grew,
Underwater, me and you

This continental drift
We both tried to ignore.
Confused seas cut a rift
In knots we tied before.
Can our paradigms shift
and we stop keeping score?

Waterlogged words, misconstrued,
Underwater, me and you.

Time and tides wait for none,
Time and tides won’t tarry.
Deep currents will outrun
The doubts rogue waves carry.
All that’s been said and done
Empty words to bury.

Costly words and points of view,
Underwater, me and you

If blown glass fishing floats
Can ride the seas unbound,
Then truce in bottled notes
Can fare miles and be found.
Regrets won’t choke our throats,
Neither of us need drown.

Words will mend or tear in two,
The life shared by me and you.