I look to the sky
Wondering
If the aliens will ever come
Wondering
If the aliens will ever come
I look to the sea
Realizing
They’re already here
I look to the sea
Realizing
They’re already here
I wonder at the lives
Lived in the glow
Which to me
Seems just a dot
Reflected
Off a still sea
I stop for a moment
Lean up against the fender
In the dry, brittle air
While the engine tinks and cracks
I never tire
Of the small wonders this world offers
Then the wave comes
And I wonder anew
At the interplay of moving water and sand
The rivulets and eddies and smaller waves
Artist and creator
Of worlds fantastic
And unimagined
By lesser gifts, as mine