The sea is not a fragile place
hard in its own way as a glacier
moving in & out again on moraine
trapping in its turquoise depths
the poor vagrant souls of time
We sail over the open waters
on thin skin of living creatures
lost in the carbon hull fashioned
out of the oozings of the earth
living things long since passed
“I love you, O Lord, my strength.
The Lord is my rock,
my fortress, and my deliverer.
My God, my rock in whom I take refuge,
my shield, and the horn
of my salvation, my stronghold.
I call upon the Lord,
who is worthy to be praised,
so I shall be saved from my enemies.” ~ Psalm 18:1-3