the ripples in all things flesh, every unthinking cargo's
treasure chest, divorced from any IQ test
battened to the foam tossed deck
of civilization's titanic quest
to swim
head held high
above the crest of waves.

Divided by historic chapters,
its encyclopedic energy wraps
every war, every calendar date
and every maritime disaster.

Every appliance of every skill,
every event writ large or unrecorded
effects the so called freedom of the will.

Yet the question in every answers still
whether an ocean is measured
somewhere
between
half empty,
and somewhere half full.