Flocking towards the water Pulled by currents we do not see All joined in a sacred dance we do not understand Look at the sun, going beyond the sea The beat of a wing The lapping of water Sirens in the distance A calm surface All pilgrims, baptized by the setting sun The deep rumble of a ship's horn Shakes the water, shakes my soul Waking me up from a deep sleep How long will it last? --- This poem came to me during a work trip to Seattle. After a long day at the office I found myself walking...
