The Ocean, The Sea

The ocean, the sea
Two things to fascinate me.
Bodies of water, bodies with limbs
Creeks like fingers, rivers like arms, lakes like hands.

From the shallows to the darkness,
From the tide to the waves,
From the lost anchors to the lost vessels at sea,
From the moonlit reefs to the sunshine's reflection,
From the smallest of minnows to the largest of monsters,
The ocean is expansive.
The ocean is like a giant aquarium:
Edges like glass,
Sunken ships.
"Anchors aweigh," says the Captain.
Little does he know the mystery beneath him.
The wind, the rain, the hurricanes,
Become familiar with each other.
An aqueous wasteland, some of which is undiscovered.
But the fish know what's there.
The ocean is no mystery to them.
They are mere spectators in an audience of wonder.
All that's left is its discovery.