At Sea

One can see the fog rolling in
Only God can lift it;
She sits in silence
As if she knows her fate:
I see fear in her eyes,
She's unable to talk;

There was a time when
The skies were clear;
She heard the thunder of laughter
In the distance.
Now there is peace and quiet;
She smiles;
She is in her own world now.
We carry on conversations without words;
I see a tear in her eye.

Who can interpret the universe,
The heavens and the firmament?

I rub her forehead and hold her hand;
Her eyes search my face
As she reaches out to me for answers;
On the morn she drifts out to sea,
When she awakens the fog will be lifted.


Janice Bumbalough Marler
June 23, 2004
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