“Roads Amongst the Waves”

The paths form and fade, riding the wave and rolling down the sides. The lines are straight and curved. They are pathways of past voyagers and the life of the ocean. The gull’s way, the whale’s path, the seal road. From shore to ship, from past to present.  Every voyage is a journey in time and in itself timeless, starting in the past end ending in the future. The ends are locked into place by land but in between time and water are fluid and flex, forming a stream of wake that lasts the length of one breath, one billow, then fades as if its memory was unimportant.

The clock does not tick but the compass spins. Tempests and storms stir these roads, confusing them, crossing them, creating new pathways and passages for us to find. Our attempts to mark them are ephemeral, but the ocean keeps them.   I still see the roads amongst the waves. The milestones and markings are the turning top, white against the dark ocean. The splash, the spray, the spume.

And I can still see the roads amongst the waves.