It's almost like she sucks him into her womb. Is all of sunset a birth, in reverse? I've written enough about the sea & sky, as lovers, who could never meet. But this evening, it's about their child. She, a mother, calm, from a distance, turbulence within. He, fiery and red, a boy into his teens. And when he's all red, she pulls him in. You'd think he's dead, or some poets would say, he's resting down under, for the dawn next. But she merely sucks him into her turbulence under, showing him what it takes, to stay calm on the surface. And he is born, come dawn... a burning ball of fire within, but calm and yellow to you. // Mother Sea and her Sun The sunset of 2020 #sunset #perspective #seachild
