Oceans Depth

The blue shimmery water expressed a low light that rippled across the side of the large boat. It swam through, crashing and receding away from the ship that moved fast enough in the water to create a wind that was strong enough to make trees topple over. The bow of the ship pierced the air and whistled with the wind that blew. The sweet but salty smell of the sea wrapped around all the senses. Mists of ocean water sprayed quickly into the air and up onto the deck.

The cold sea air stung the back of my throat as I stood at the tip of the bow. Staring down into the brilliant blue water made me feel as if I was flying. I stepped up higher on the rail and climbed over to the other side. No one could stop me. I sat down on that front tip of the bow and crossed my legs. A bird manifested his presence with a deep low croak beside me. I acknowledged the small creature and returned to staring down into the depths of the ocean.

The horizon finally turned a deep red as the sun set to rise on the other half of the earth. It was only a matter of moments before the whole ship would be encased in complete darkness. A black dome that would not be taken away until early tomorrow morning. I stared at the bird. His feathers were ruffled from the wind. Its head was bobbing as he walked back and forth across the side of the boat.

"Why stay here? Be free." I told the little bird. "You can fly. While I am stuck here on this ship, you can fly away." I still stared down at the water and followed the shinny reflection of the fish that still glowed in the red to purple light. My heart was with the sea now. The bird walked closer to me and shook his feathers. He hopped a few steps and leaped into the air. He took off on his wings toward the dimming horizon. I watched him fly away and swoop down to the water multiple times. Had he understood what I had said?

I stood back up and climbed back over to the other side of the rail. I was back, trapped in the prison cell of the rails until the ship docked in America in 2 weeks. There I would resemble the bird and fly off into my own sunset, if I could. Today is my eighty forth birthday and I am ready for my departure of this world.

In those waters, the depths of a thousand years of  life lay patiently for a change. I could not institute a change, but I could make my presence clear. I jumped of the bow to become one with the water, forever, into the oceans depth.