A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Beyond, in the emptiness of deep sea
Where all there is is blue
Stands a lonely dock
Bleached white from the sun,
Protruding just above the waves.
A lonely boat may rest here –
Its sailors to picnic on the sturdy planks.
But for those who jump off into the secluded waters below
An airless wonder of inhuman things
Belonging only to the oceans depths await,
Marked by the the dock above
For the sailor weary of endless blue.