The Marine Layer
The revolutions that manifest days, weeks, months and years
Birthdays, anniversaries, and obligation
Turn within the marine layer
An early morning without purpose
Beneath a gray blanket
Cool, dull, breezy restlessness
Above, burning off the chatter,
Seeking clarity and reflection in waves
The sun illuminates
the thoughts that run on tape
Space exists for meaning,
For directed energy
For observation of the rhythm of the ocean
The melodic chirping of waking birds
The senses that confirm aliveness
Signs that complacency is a choice
And that isolation is complicity
Perspective below the gray vacuum
cannot determine one second or millimeter of this opportunity
Rising above is a matter of gravity.
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