LIMBO

Standing at the bow Staring into the water Watching as it glitters and glows Under the light of a midday sun

In the middle of chaos

I watch them scramble around me The water churns with the storm above Deep, dark, and dangerous

The sky cuts into the water below Splitting the sea in twain

I watch as one side differs from the other Bipolar and beautiful

Surrounding the lake

Inky black and pure blue Green lays on the artist’s palette Shades from emerald to spruce

Surrounded by beauty

I continued to stand and stare Watching a sight that no one would share