by Frank Blake
One lone soul
Bobbing Oscillation on each incoming wave
Infinite blue ocean ahead transforms
Optimistic goals into the futility of expanse
One lone soul fighting ebbs and tides not for progress but experience
Hundreds watching from a packed summer beach
Sun seekers slathered in modes of sun protection
So close to the destination of their hundred mile journey
They cry and sweat and burn
In beach chair saftey
All their eyes trained on
One lone soul