Neptune emerges from the surf

All muscle and might

In a vast curl of water,

The power of which

He cups in his extended left hand:

A sea turtle

Guides this god of the sea

And every mystery therein

To the edge of our understanding.

Neither can stay.

These air-breathing

Keepers of the seas’ secrets

Are bound to water.

Glimpsing them, 

We behold eternity

Playing tag on a cosmic level,

Reminding us we are bystanders

Unless we respond 

To the tug of the moon

As she draws the sea close

To whisper a song of life,

An invitation to join in the game.

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