No one said a thing

The moment came & went

Like surf against rocks

The sea is big–

Very big!

So we on the shore

We are not afraid–

We have known storms

And retreated to higher ground.

Still fishing, mending nets

Fair weather we return

To the swells under blue, over blue,

Silver fish dart into nets

We sing songs,  pull oars,

Rest easy.

Day’s End, Coming Ashore

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