Poem: Dark blue, light blue, light green, white, gray

Dark blue, light blue, light green, white, gray 

It is enormous. The only 

word that comes to mind is Mother. 

Tiny whirls and swirls, some girls with

pearls and the clouds are stormy looking.

Ishmael says that we have an affinity for the ocean. That it is in our DNA to gaze in that 

direction. Toward the sea. We dream of what 

our life could be. My mother sits next to me,

and asks me what I want my life to be. But right now we are both children of the Ocean.