How wholesome, it was said
We did meet by river bed
Rock pools swirling 
Dreaming of past lives at sea.

Our shared love of its creatures
A saltwater one, like me.
Stories of islands, voyages, cabin mates amd treasures found in giant clam shells.

Obsessions with tropical rainforests laden with a kaleidescope of butterflies.

Photographs in our minds of oceans, still as a pool with only the splash of flying fish disturbing the miniscus of brightly lit surface at sunset.

Within weeks, the cracks show

The lives of loves lost at sea a favourite sea shanty

Mine like sleeping volcanoes dotting the edges of tectonic plates all over the Pacific. Yet, their mere breath a flourishing of life, feeding schools of every species ocean wide.

The great diversity of my mind.

I did not lose my skin nor dignity, though sailing too close to the wind.

To one solo creature I hold dear, the ocean many leagues deep knows how far apart love and envy are.

Fair winds and following seas.