Sun nested on the water,
Himalayan cumulus above the horizon,
a stratus sea,
a silver road to the moon;
sky and earth mimic each other.
I survey a polar wilderness,
a vastness above me;
sometimes the sea is limitless with sky
and is infinite;
I am Marco Polo, Cook or Shackleton
and there is so much that is unexplored
beyond this window
that these travels are epic;
unimaginable wonders roll in on the wind;
my eyes are nets.
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