| Random Chronicles Two Feet Below |
| New Hampshire Writers |
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| From the creative mind of a New England fisherman comes... |
| Out Of Order Tales From The Sea by Billy |
In awe as the boat cuts threw calm water I wonder. Like waves on the ocean, my thoughts flow, in liquid, smooth and
multi directional, my life and what it is hundreds of feet above ground, but only two feet from water. Crashing and
bouncing about, feet steady, to the ready sipping coffee with focused, clear confidences, my eyes search for the
next new thing. Heading home today, calling the bridge for it's lift, idling past yachts and million dollar houses on the
banks of the Annasquam reminded of how fortune it is I do what we do down in the small fishing community. In the
beauty of today's ocean surface, the wild thunderstorm I ran threw and the lighting back lit with black luminous
clouds echoing the thunder. I marveled at no matter how bad life gets I always have this. These moments and
times, when everything happens all at once or never at all afloat atop the ocean as a baby in a bath tub all giggles
and smiles, success defined not by money rather laughs, stories, kinship and respect. I've found all of these and
that has made my life thus far in success.
The rest always works itself out, somehow it does and life moves on and we move with it. My next success only a
goal away, my patients matures as my heart and spirit stay young. A young soul, it's knowledge I seek, first to pose
a question with welcomed debate. Sometimes misunderstood, easily mislead but loyal and faithful, grounded by
water two feet below and hundreds of feet above the earth's ocean floor. My place of fortitude and palace of
protection, my source of direction a warm comfy feeling of always knowing you're home.
multi directional, my life and what it is hundreds of feet above ground, but only two feet from water. Crashing and
bouncing about, feet steady, to the ready sipping coffee with focused, clear confidences, my eyes search for the
next new thing. Heading home today, calling the bridge for it's lift, idling past yachts and million dollar houses on the
banks of the Annasquam reminded of how fortune it is I do what we do down in the small fishing community. In the
beauty of today's ocean surface, the wild thunderstorm I ran threw and the lighting back lit with black luminous
clouds echoing the thunder. I marveled at no matter how bad life gets I always have this. These moments and
times, when everything happens all at once or never at all afloat atop the ocean as a baby in a bath tub all giggles
and smiles, success defined not by money rather laughs, stories, kinship and respect. I've found all of these and
that has made my life thus far in success.
The rest always works itself out, somehow it does and life moves on and we move with it. My next success only a
goal away, my patients matures as my heart and spirit stay young. A young soul, it's knowledge I seek, first to pose
a question with welcomed debate. Sometimes misunderstood, easily mislead but loyal and faithful, grounded by
water two feet below and hundreds of feet above the earth's ocean floor. My place of fortitude and palace of
protection, my source of direction a warm comfy feeling of always knowing you're home.