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.