The Ocean
 
I feel small 
compared 
to the expansiveness 
of the ocean.
I feel powerless 
compared 
to the energy 
contained in the 
crashing 
waves.
I feel alone 
in the vastness 
of the ocean.
If you begin
at this shore
where do 
you end?
Looking across
do I see
someone
looking back
at me.
Or is it
my back
I see.

© Timothy E. Wahlstrom, January 27, 2024
This is my first poem of 2024. I was reading The DailyOM when I was struck by the muse and remembered how I felt beside and within both the Atlantic and Pacific oceans. I have experienced swimming with sharks although I was not aware that the sharks were there. I was rescued by my wife, Karen, who gently coaxed me out of the water as the sharks were swimming by very close to the shore and close to where I had been with my Boogie Board.