Ocean Air

In honor of my 100th post, I'm going to break the quoting-other-people mold and wax poetic for a minute. I wrote the following poem because I looked up into the sky one day and saw an airplane that looked like a whale at first glance. It got me thinking about how the sky looked like the ocean and what can I say? The thought inspired me. I know it's totally amateur, but I hope you enjoy it.

Ocean Air

Gaze up to a sea of delicate blue

That billows and swells to horizon.

White froth floats by

On the breath of a sigh

The current stirs among the blades.

Is that a creature that floats on the breeze?

It drifts as if suspended by string.

A slow, gentle giant

With bountiful eye

That shines amid glint of the light.

What is this liquid that blows in my hair;

The tempest that tears at my clothes?

What is the flood

That streams from above

And swells and crests at my feet?

It is the air of the ocean deep;

The tears of innumerable stars.

The wind that blows by,

The aircraft that fly

And the showers that break on the sand.

--Melissa McGowan