The Blue Mermaid
The golden path to the sunset
Lasts a little while,
Stretching from the lapping waves
To the horizon – to oblivion.
Should we, like so many slaves,
Try to follow its course,
Hoping, ever hoping, for a better future
Where sea and sky, air and water,
Molecules and mist merge?
Alternatively, sit here for eternity,
Watching the waters slop about,
Graduating the particles
Into finer sand at the top,
Coarse grains further down the pile?
Should we thus smile
And accept this metaphor of life,
And be content….
To admire the shapely
Form of the mermaid, in blue,
Emerging from the tropical seas?
To those who go this way,
Truth is nearer.