Whims of the Time Traveler 59.0: February 8th, 2007

When the Sailor Became the Sea
by Belinda Roddie

Riding on the northern shore
He honks his horn at swan boats by the dockside
One sailor hears the call and tumbles into the sea
He thought the sound was a calling from his Deity

The driver sees the headline and he meets the sailor’s wife
She says he lived a happy life, he loved seagulls,
And the ocean was all he talked about each and every day
But he showed no need to have an arm around him at night

She shows snapshots on the balcony where he smiles
Playing Edmund from O’Neil all the while, how it fits his spirit
To be one with the sea and not the seat of an automobile
The sailor has more worth than the driver ever thought

Riding on the northern shore
He is silent, wheels tearing up the road
And sees the altar where the sacrifice was held
When the sailor became the sea

The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since February 8th, 2007.

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