Adrift on open sea, in the center
of a circle, horizon of thin line between
sky and ocean, surrounds this life
no land in sight to orient, only stars
at night then sun in diurnal round
so we cling to our raft, unattached
floating on this teary eye of oblivion
undulating salty swells pass below
until marine animals surface to spout
then arch and disappear in violent grace
having learned to let go of things
and who they are, they plunge deep
to receive what they need, free
to become what they might be.
Jan G. Otterstrom F. 1/6/2012
Somewhere over the Atlantic.