Ocean's Poem

Once again, I find myself behind (my own, self-imposed) schedule--no time to write an original post re: running, etc. Instead, in true nerd form, I will share this, my favorite passage from Leaves of Grass. I like it so much that it commands a sought-after spot on what some have come to call my "study wall." Call it cliche, but I think you may enjoy it.

Here are our thoughts, voyagers' thoughts,
Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said,
The sky o'erarches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet,
We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion,
The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the briny world,
the liquid-flowing syllables,
The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm,
The boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here,
And this is ocean's poem.

Walt Whitman