Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

At Sea

I am only a passerby
inside a boat
cast off the beach
to the tideline
amid ebb and flow,
sniffing the briny scent,
the ocean’s self-blessing.

I am only a passerby
and my reflections,
akin to satin dolphins
leaping over ruffled waves,
splash on my cheeks
warning me not to come
crashing down on myself.

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Prompt: in the middle of something or somewhere