Ocean

This Ocean is one

Body, salted water

Moved by the push

And pull of a moon,

Light or dark, from

Tiny wavelets

Lapping sandy

Shores to roaring

Weapons pounding

Rocky shores, sailed

Upon yet swallows

Ships, played in

Amongst the sea

Creatures that call

It home, I call it the

Life of my soul,

Found beautiful in all

Its forms.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada