Because we are entangled

there is a story hidden
like most stories told
in the early autumn chill
with heavy fog receding
banks offshore over the
Atlantic, solitary tugboat
moves with tossing waves
out from the port towing
furtive hopes and dreams
born for a future, humankind’s
existential quest for a life
in harmony with our home
while I, ardently watch from
the safety of this earthly shore
expectation suspends breath
as the boat ventures, tossing
seas in search of new potential.


Photo by: Steve Hench     (Theme taken from his notes)



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