Sea

.

no level fields

plough in white caps 

romantics say otherwise 

skate rhythm and rhyme 

jet towering oceans

white knuckle flares

in a flash hurl metal

high wire acts 

on land at sea the sky

in hearts and minds 

no one hears

tempests rage

dipping high low

away from home 

the swells of war

a drama brewing 

an absurdity a duty

to those compelled

swollen by friction 

it's currency a fiction

between gullible ears 

attachments merely

reflection projection

believing they are real

none but this moment 

the true current to feel

imagine two hands 

then realise an oar

glide forward

little boat 

these cycles of life

unfold bigger pictures 

connect the dots 

let go of the lot

no dragons

the words 

you say

are magic

grace peace 

harmony 

so then breathe 

explain this to me