Oceans

October 11ocean;clearwater beach,waves

I am thankful for oceans. I love gazing out at the sea with the waves rhythmically coming in. There is a somewhat unknown-ness out there over the horizon and the sea. Our dreams can be likened to the ocean:  vast, daunting, mysterious, adventurous, an unknown future, and yet loaded with untold possibilities and hope.

This photo was taken at Clearwater Beach Florida. It's one of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen. The water is so blue/aqua and the beach is crystal white. The perfect place to dream and ponder.

I wrote the following poems in 1997. The first one is sort of depressing, so I then wrote the second one as an answer because I am the eternal optimist. I refuse to allow dismal thoughts take root for long.

horizons

on the edge of the horizon

lies a mystical magical place

where hope and love lie in wait

invisible except for a trace

there are horizons we can see

out there beyond the edge of obtainable

beyond the edge of reality

beyond the edge of reachable

horizons, they're just visible enough

to make us reach out for them

the dangling carrot in front of the donkey

forever enticing unsuspecting men

and of those who sail over the edge

few ever return to tell the tale

their sails disappear over the horizon

leaving behind the ones that fail.

© rt tulley

horizon seeker

help me be a horizon seeker

teach me how not to fail

i want to go over the far horizons

i want to go full sail

maybe i can do it

maybe all it takes is desire

the will to make it

the urge to go even higher

it does no good to sit and talk

it does no good to complain

adapt to the unexpected changes

and grab that horse by the reigns

help me be a horizon seeker

and spit in the face of failure

ride upon the back of opportunity

over and around that far curvature.

© rt tulley