I am a whale, and this is my ocean.
It said it while the cloud ever so slowly
blew apart into gentle, whisping strands of smoke
that soon stretched across the sky.
The little boy followed with his eyes as his lazy hand
strummed across the plastic strings of a plastic ukulele.
A cool chill meandered by.
Seek peace; know peace. Once you know peace:
bring peace said something in his wandering eyes.
I sat from a distance and watched, then
up above I looked again to where the spirals of imagination
danced with such purpose. I began seeing past the clouds, then:
everything.
Between his lazy strumming I heard
the true silence of the world.
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