Written By: David Devaney

April 08, 2005

Two tugboats through the jetties pass,
what cargo might they meet?
Black and red and white and black
a captain in each seat.
And on horizons distant now,
a ship by pilot led.
Across the seas, its cargo stored,
need nothing more be said.
How many sunrise had it seen,
from whence had it now come?
Silently it headed north,
through redfish, shark and drum.
Observers are we all of life
but what is it we see?
True commerce passes in the night
to lands now living free.
Commodities of every ilk
so we may live and flow.
And yet we notice not it pass
as older we do grow.
For these are moments "O" so rare
that pass within our view
Never seen and never heard
as we in life rush through.
So next time you draw near a beach
with inlet to the land.
Take a moment and observe
the world from which you stand.


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