The wattage of insight

I started to write my paper and I thought back how I've not memorized The Idea of Order at Key West. I've read through it many times and I still cannot come to one conclusion why the sea is the starting point for the song. I mean it is really possible to sing "beyond" the sea? We have a better map of the moon's dark side than we do of all the ocean's floor. It's very perplexing to me but then I suppose "the lights in the fishing boats anchored there" wouldn't look different, wouldn't feel different of even sound different. At the beginning of class I wanted to refute being able to sing above or beyond the sea. Now I'm reverent in arguing why we ever wouldn't sing with the sea as a backdrop for humanity. This may not make sense but it doesn't have too because questions are anything but and end. What I get from the poem is a regeneration of ideas. A reflection of how I would praise the nothingness and the everythingness the sea exudes. I get an idea to write a poem that may not seem like its has anything to do with the ocean. Yet, it does because I built every line off of the one line that mentions "sea" in it. It goes like this and I call it......Terracotta Daydreams-

In the future

There are water wars and tombstones on mars.

But who decides the epitaph of the aftermath?

After all it will be the first in the heavens from the earth.

Shall it really even be a stone?

Would terracotta be epitomizing or ironic or both?

Cemeteries and funerals of intergalactic tragedy

Are imminent because future explorers seek to see.

How will bodies decay in the red dirt?

Will we wrap their bodies in preserving bubble wrap?

Religions of many might just want their gods stamp on that wrap.

As the solar system waits stampeding human feet,

I digress out yearn for new tie dye space suits.

What other colors shall indicate and promote virgin atmospheric peace?

How soon will the fresh water of this world deplete?

These questions for just one more decade I’ll keep.

Years of remembrance much faster pass us by.

Sometimes I stick out my thumb or wave goodbye.

I wish earth could frequently idle.

But I suppose the stars wouldn’t twinkle.

Well, my fellow humans this week will end.

And what ever happens this evening

Don’t you force it mortal being!

Wait, wonder and dream without thinking

Because the people of tomorrow contend their most memorable advice

had always come in from a day of sailing

They said “let the sea indulge your vice."

So it must not matter if there are plans of terraforming,

Planet claiming or inevitable intergalactic globalization.

The future as it unfolds doesn’t need to track us in time.

It only matters momentarily our descendant’s tombstones shine.

So in the meantime, if the globe will allow I’ll just sway back into rest and recline.