days work

OVER THE RAILING

Coloring against the tide

it washes away what i called my pride

i stroke the sea with pencils glee

but cant comprehend how free flowing tides

hold their stand

me against a world an ocean a sea

it is a fight for men born at sea

we man the ships

hunt horizon as we see fit

salt washes away what sea spit

harboring our nets for lifetime's haul

lastly we undestand

can't catch what cant comprehend