Wasting at sea

This poem was spent while staying over a month on a US Naval vessel

It goes on and on around me, this silly ocean.
Everyone says we aren't the center of the universe.
I think, at least out here, they are wrong.
For in the sea, the only thing around to see is me.

The water bounces and rolls and rocks,
and the poets were right about its beauty.
But, like spaces there's just too much.
Such a waste, this much space for just one race.

There's nothing like vast empty seas
to clarify and focus a writer's thoughts.
Nothing out here to do but think.
To be specific, I feel more prolific in the Pacific.

Reviews

[Shelly Wiseberg]

Being on water does stir up the reflection and imagination to write.It soothes the mind and the soul, Shelly

[Samuel Dickens]

I see you've been staring at the big blue water. Yeah, it does things to you, doesn't it? I spent twenty years in the Navy. A very nice poem, Mike. Sam