Rising Ocean

Poetic prose for a New Year in difficult times

Image by enriquelopezgarre from Pixabay

I’m coming to the edge of a rising ocean. 

An ocean to wash away my fears. 

To wash away the world’s tears.

My choice. 

My choice to ride its wave to a new world. 

Or to drown, on desiccated land, bereft of hope.

I dive, rising to join the wave.

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I initially wrote this story in answer to a Friday Fix prompt (back in the old days when we were all writing on Medium). It’s inspired by the song Manifest, by Andrew Bird. I thought it a fitting story for the last day of a year that has required the resilience and good will of literally the entire world. May we all rise to join the wave. Wishing you all a happy New Year.

Here’s a link to the song:

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