Rivers Laugh

If feelings were rivers,
mine would be oceans.
Wild and furious;
unpredictable and deep.

The ocean understands.
It is calm and serene,
amazing in depth.

It is loud and crashing,
overwhelming in its
penchant for change.

Does the ocean even
know itself?
Does it know what
lies beneath?

Is it blue or green?
Grey or white?
Or is it all of those
all the time?

It returns again
and again.
Bringing with it
the new as the
old drifts away.

Moons pull and
the ocean responds.
Ever predictable in
its unpredictability.

You can drown if
you wonder too far.
Maybe sitting on the
shore and observing is
what the sages choose.

But I like the taste of
salt in my mouth;
the feel of the sand
under my feet.

The roar of the waves,
the scent of life.
It compels and calls.
To say no is an insult.

The rivers laugh at
the ocean's fury.
Yet they keep flowing
into her vastness
day after day.

You'll never understand
unless you answer the
call.  Hear the roar.
Feel the waves.
Crashing. Calm.
Turbulant. Peaceful.