It Looks Different

Sometimes the ocean looks different.

Perhaps it's crashing and wild.

Other days calm and mild.

Sometimes thousands of manta rays fly beneath the surface.

Other times there's nothing. Desolate.

Either way it is what it is.

Incomprehensible, beautiful, married forever to the sky.

We might judge it, condemn it, or condone it.

In the end the labels all fall dry to the ground.

It is ocean. It is not even that. It exists beyond the control of our label makers.

Rise on its waves and ride it home.