This poem was the result...
The caretaker watches the dirigible float overhead
What’s it like to look down on the ocean’s vastness
How civilized it must be up there
Gazing at the distant blue from a safe distance
The caretaker is right in the middle of its raging beauty
Right now the water is showing a deceptive calm
It surrounds her island in every direction
Reminding her just how small she is
A tiny guardian incapable of truly protecting her charge
While the forces surrounding erode, lap, and nibble at the land
When they’re not crashing, roaring, and spraying
What hope can one little human have against such power?
An elemental strength constantly pitted against hers
She tries to comprehend the mysterious ways of this force
To work with its strength, become one with the waves
It’s not as if she doesn’t love the ocean
Even when it acts as her enemy
The watery predator taking bites of her charge
Yet her existence would be so empty without its salty kiss
Luring her to its coast again and again.
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