Courage

The water is calm, almost too calm
Echoes of laughter from dripping oars
Wander out across the dawn
Painted here by the heavens
In that endless wonder of the ages
That leaves me feeling so small.
And still I try to fill the pages
Of my life, or better yet my day
With some sort of grandeur
Rising up from depths that are not mine
Until there is nothing quite so pure
As the silence it leaves me with.
What courage will it take to love?
I have learned from the silences
And am left with a wanting of words
Or simple actions that don’t betray my fear
That love scars long and deep and wide.
In the end it is me fishing the sky
With oars dripping laughter.