“Storm-Tossed”

by Edward Ahern

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If the ocean would just settle down
I could read my stars and navigate.
If the ocean would just settle down
I could set out lines to catch my fate.
If the ocean would just settle down
I could swim far enough to mate.
If the ocean would just settle down
I could surface before I stagnate.
If the ocean would just settle down
I could let my self animate.