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          POEMS - 2005 - Looking For The Ocean



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          LOOKING FOR THE OCEAN


          It was a beautiful, hot summer day,

          On a coral pink, sugar sand beach,

          When I dove beneath the crystal blue surf,

          Looking for the ocean.


          I had enough air in my lungs to look long and to go deep,

          Scanning for life below; sand, pebbles, shells, small fish,

          The water was clear and I could see far,

          But still no ocean in sight.


          I had to go to the surface, though my quest was not done,

          To fill my lungs again,

          This time determined to find,

          The ocean.


          I was further from shore now, in deeper water,

          I drew in air the way I used to as a kid,

          When I wanted to swim the length of the pool underwater,

          You know when you have a good lung full of air, it just feels right.


          So I dove, pulling with cupped palms,

          Kicking hard, wishing I had worn flippers,

          Minding the pressure on my ears, I searched again,

          For the ocean.


          Two dolphins passed overhead, slowing to look, but not stopping,

          I think one of them said, “Dude!”

          But I can’t say for sure,

          Because I was busy looking for the ocean.


          I surfaced and dove repeatedly,

          On and off again till sunset,

          Then again the next day, and the next, and the next,

          But no ocean.


          I sat disheartened on the beach,

          Sand stuck to my wet feet,

          I watched the salt drying on my skin,

          And listened to the crashing waves.


          One last dive, I thought,

          Thinking the way that treasure hunters do,

          One last dive to find the ocean.


          This time I meant business,

          This time I brought an aqualung,

          This time I could stay beneath the waves,

          For ten times as long as before.


          So I walked into the surf and fixed my air,

          I don’t like the heavy gear,

          Mask and tubes and metal,

          It’s nothing like I heard the ocean was like.


          Determined, I dove, further from shore,

          Deeper than before,

          Creatures galore,

          A scientists dream.


          I had only seconds of air left,

          Just about out of resolve too,

          When I heard it, crystal clear,

          A still, small voice.


          Saying, “You are in me, and I am in you.”


          So now I rest upon the sugar sand,

          And look at the ocean,

          I smell the ocean,

          I breathe in the ocean,

          I hear the ocean,

          I am made from the ocean,

          And from time to time,

          I dive into the ocean,

          Vast and awesome,

          Just so I can hear Him say again,

          “You are in me, and I am in you.”


          Sheila Willar – July 13/05



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          John 17:22,23 (KJV)


          And the glory which thou gave me

          I have given them;

          That they may be one,

          even as we are one:

          I in them, and thou in me,

          that they may be made perfect in one;

          And that the world may know

          that thou hast sent me,

          And hast loved them,

          as thou hast loved me.







          Copyright 2023 Sheila Willar


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