Sharing/Selfish/Silence.

Land was years back,
and it's getting hard to,
differentiate between the blues.
The upper blue,
the lower blue and,
the inner blue -

the hardest blue.

You've rocked between the strongest winds
ridden the largest swells,
plumbed the trough,
but come up – dripping
and victorious.

But when will you remember?

That there is someone else on the boat.


This is about a thing. Not sure what. A sort of sentimenty thing.