The Oceans

Every year she crosses the Atlantic to the scene of the crimes searching for virtues that can’t be located.

Perhaps it’s just acknowledgment of what they did or is it the utterance of an apology she seeks?

Once I reached the Indian Ocean with her and there we found some of the rascals wedged between servants ordering serfdom.

They lack the courage she seeks.

Once I got her in the Pacific near the equator and in one glorious moment I got the photo that captured her in all her beauty and I swear in that one moment she forgot all the resentments she harbours; and smiled at me.

I call this a miracle. Dennis Mantin

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.