Something Wonderful in Store

There is great solace in the ocean. And great mystery too. When we go out sport fishing and we leave the docks at 4 am I'm certain there is something wonderful in store.

It may be the deep orange glow of the sun as it is lifted from the horizon separating sea from sky
It may be the seemingly impossible dance of the hooked White Marlin Tail walking on the water Bill piercing skyward--
or a sea dotted with Sea Turtles sunning themselves on the mirror-clear sparkling-crystal bed
or the mother child whale pair side by side surfacing spouting slow motion tail lifting rising skyward and fanning the surface
or the unexpected site of myriad moths in the middle of the ocean no rest in site flying endlessly until spent and then resting upon the still blue
floating and polka dotting the sea as far as the eye can see
But How can it Be? A hundred miles out and nothing to sustain them but the wind
but they fly in search of something or they fly just to fly
losing track of land and now pressing forward because they must

But they seem misplaced out here in the blue and I marvel at why as I see them fly
one coming to rest on my shoulder for a bit and many now resting on the sea
I am unsure of whether they rest or have come to their final resting place now and have left
their lacy papery wings behind to become the sea
its endless flow an endless source of something wonderful in store
for those who wish to see