The Big Blue and Me

by Raymund Tamayo

I have thought it true in the saying “no man is an island” and yet I do believe for awhile there I have been just that – an island to myself. Separated, adrift – though not set apart, dreaming a dozen dolphins will come singing as they form a bridge from this place to the mainland (the mainland would be something peaceful and quiet).

I am not a willing sailor, leaving land too long a time, I could not live the life of some far off fisherman, hip high in water every morning, dragging in the nets at night. But the ocean has always had a pull for me.

Something draws and draws, I’ve no doubt of that, something from the sea, whichever one I’m near. And when I stray too far from beachland I’m called back. What calls or carries me till I’m within the range of water once again is a mystery. I do know that the calm times, the quiet ones, not necessarily the best – have been lived out near the ocean.