:: Thursday Morning News ::
I am not too sure if I believe in biorhythms,
but for some reason I write more frequently on thursdays than any other days.
Lately I've been feeling like a lighthouse owner of sorts.
Firmed anchored on an island outcrop with my family,
And watching the ships sail by.
It's kind of amusing, initially, to watch.
Some ships sail in a certain regular cycle or season,
And when they pass my way I start to recognise them
And over time we become friends, waving to each other
Heartily, as our paths meet yet again.
While others will sail my way when the skies turn stormy
And seek refuge for a little while
Before carrying on their own little journeys.
And we'll never hear from them again.
Some are questing ships,
with captains armed with a treasure maps
Searching for that island that they'll never find.
Some are cargo ships, with the captains at the helm
sick of making the same journey
Over and over again.
But they know not what else to do.
And some are the getaway ships, filled with partying passengers
On a cruise to nowhere.
And then there are some which are filled with opportunistic pirates
Ready to pounce and seize others' treasures for their own.
And they'll continue to do so, for they're motivated
By the desire to seize and not to own.
And there are the submarines,
Always lurking, moving ever so silently to their objectives
And striking their target with unwavering accuracy.
While most ships are able to weather the sea storms
Some unfortunate ones do, sadly, get shipwrecked
And whatever remnants of a glorious past
Remain sunk for a curious future to discover.
And still watching.