The ocean and the sky
are forever separated
by that imaginary line
we call the horizon.

There are some who say
this was Divinely Ordained.

But last night
when I was dancing,
I overheard a beautiful
secret.

It was in the alehouse,
and from the Beloved’s
lips.

The truth is,
Dear Friends,
He had nothing to do
with that
Separation.

(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz