notes app heat

you know how this goes

Some look at the waves crashing and cry,
these are the poets;
Some look at the waves crashing and wonder why,
these are the philosophers;
Some look at the waves crashing and ask how,
these are the scientists;
Some look at the waves crashing and recall the pull of the moon,
these the spiritualists;
Some look at the waves and yearn to dive headfirst,
the adventurers;
Some look at the waves and hear their hearts roaring in tune,
the romantics;
Some look at the waves and hope to be swallowed,
tragic romantics.

Some look and think nothing at all,
they are present.

Being any of these things is no better than the other,
the waves don’t care,
neither do I.

I am just glad they’re there.

P.S.-
the ocean whispered to me tonight. I cried. Poet!!