Floating Is, I Sea Poem by James McLain

Life was like those boats all around me
different colors all shooting off
like the mind a star all directions.
It is then that I am launched
out off and their I am, into them.
Seeing them as ants on the shore
now I know
what he thinks, is he wondering, I am.
And right before the end came near
Them I sawing both ends, I saw naught.
She with a sheet and her beloved
betrothed I fear some thing strange
by far is coming, I am drifting closer.
Only his legs were left not consumed
by the fire the bush, around them.
Facing me coming in and she was.
Like a cork on the ocean her waves
foam living green colors
and making motion invisible muscles I heard.
Eye to eye when they met and she with jet skis
running up and down on the sea.
Pushing them up and squeezing both out
the sea scallops beard was clearly hidden from me.
Walking forward more quickly,
stopping I backed up and I said, blushing I heard one say hi.