The Maritime, by Brandon Haut

The Maritime

Whitecap heard hiss

Salt-seaweed scent

Tumultuous

Wind-gust grazing

A liquid land

A universe

Aquaterra

Unfurl cloth sail

Yacht-boat down float

Fresh air out there

Exhilarate

A glass of blue

In blue encased

Hydranemos

Softly gliding

Blue-grey canvas

Albatross croons

Somber relents

Reverberate

Crystalline clouds

Callicaelum

Breathe in breath out

Open-eyed awe

Porous blue veins

Rip-tide heartbeat

Adrenaline

Sturdy Captain

Horizonaut

What lies out there

On maritime

Time suspended

Onward steadfast

Resolution

To risk it all

Incognita

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