Neptune

Neptune emerges from the surf
All muscle and might
In a vast curl of water,
The power of which
He cups in his extended left hand:

A sea turtle
Guides this god of the sea
And every mystery therein
To the edge of our understanding.

Neither can stay.
These air-breathing
Keepers of the seas’ secrets
Are bound to water.

Glimpsing them,
We behold eternity
Playing tag on a cosmic level,
Reminding us we are bystanders

Unless we respond
To the tug of the moon
As she draws the sea close
To whisper a song of life,
An invitation to join in the game.

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