into the sea of possibilities;
who knows what will arise --
a fish, perhaps,
a work of art,
its bright scales
gleaming in the sun
as it slaps its angry tail
against the sides of my bucket;
or, more likely,
a long cool drink
of pure clear water,
deep and rich
with a cold blue wonder
that soothes and heals
a troubled wounded soul.
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