The Ocean Is A Person
By Robert L
'The ocean is like a person,' my mother says to me.
'The waves sway softly,
like a baby in a cot.'
'Then, he grows up,
grows up, up, up into a teenager,
letting his emotions out, then swallowing them,
like a boat being sucked into a whirlpool.
He approaches adulthood,
i n d e p e n d e n t l y venturing through
the wonders of water,
like a young man navigating through his life.
The ocean houses a fish,
only for the fish to be killed and eaten,
like a man working hard for his job,
only to be recklessly fired.
The ocean rests on the shallows of a beach,
like a person retiring,
ready to restart the cycle.'
'The ocean is like a person,' my mother says to me.