His Drop in The Ocean

He let out tears of  euphoria, 
At the prospect and possibilities of life, 
As he walked with the ocean to the left of his steps,
A teardrop fell and rid him of his strife.

Maybe the sea was a container of sorts,
A house to home the tears of the planet,
Some shed in joy others in despair,
A cocktail of salt so wonderfully tragic.

He  fixed his gaze at the water,
As it danced its dance; welcome and retreat,
It spoke of its tales with a sense of calm,
In a language curated that only he could speak

Who knew where his droplet would end up?
In a day or two, the other side of the globe,
But if tears make up the vast beauty of our sea 
Then maybe in sadness we can all see hope.

DV

Inspiration

I tend to find great clarity by the ocean. It’s vastness and magnitude provides perspective, allowing me to take in the bigger picture. The sound of the waves talking to one another has a regenerative quality to them which I find difficult to explain. There’s nothing more I enjoy more than an early morning walk along a quiet beach. This poem was inspired by a 6am stroll along Diani Beach in Mombasa, Kenya. I had fled England in the midst of the pandemic and I cherished going on these morning walks before the beach boys rose out their slumber, intent to sell me something I did not need.

 
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