Island Poets

The Strongest Things Are Liquid

The frothing sea foam wipes away the trials of the day the waves summon me to deck and I pause glancing at the horizon sea all around a green dot on the horizon more an abstract haze than a destination the plunging, coasting rhythm is there and I am part of it the hissing of the bursting sea foam is there and I am part of it the vastness of nature and the endless horizon is there and I am part of it when I leave this place the bond can never be broken it is deep love and destiny wrapped in a blue state of mind the strongest nourishment has always been bonded, compelled, caressed and given in mother nature’s liquid embrace sail on

— Matthew Stuart