But, you knew that, didn't you?

“Somewhere over the rainbow . . . . . . . Why can’t I?”

Of all I know, there is little to boast of
Except of course,
My love of poetry and the poetry of love
Yet, the world beneath my feet, does treasures hold
Rainbows arched across our horizons bold
They are mystical, lovely and impossible to hold
They are but reflections of light, a prism to behold
For the young they are much more
Dreams to chase and stories to be told
Lest we forget, that wee pot of gold

My rainbow is complete, a circle grand
My horizon an encompassing oblique
My rainbow, she is bashful and shy
Keeps her smile below the horizon and above the sky
In my dreams I sail toward her
Wave after wave, day upon day
I never see her smile, nor do I
In sorrow, turn my sails 180 degrees
I shall sail around the world and view her anew
For to see her smile, required that I simply change my point of view

Thirty two miles east of Ocean City Maryland, surrounded by salt water in a veil of blue-green, I wondered why? Why can’t I see the end of the rainbow?

The ocean reveals her beauty once you abandon the distractions of the shoreline. As I watch the terra-firma drop below the horizon, it occurs to me. The line in the distance is actually a circle, the horizon has finally showed herself in a grand display of a 360 degree gilded sky blue frame. All my years, I thought the horizon was a finite line somewhere over the rainbow. I believed it to be small and nothing of interest to anyone. On the ocean though, you see her for all she is. An encompassing ring somewhere over the rainbow.

So why have I not known this fact all these years? Well, seems I just believed what everyone told me it was, a line in the distant, covered by the sky and limited to a frame of trees on both sides. An unreachable point that is in constant motion. But, that was before I opened my eyes and my mind to see her, all of her. At sea we are the center of the horizons embrace, always. She keeps us encircled, yet she never allows us to touch her.

Sometimes, I see people and ideas as what others have told me they were. I know better, now. Like the horizon upon the sea, one has to gaze with their eyes closed to see them for what they truly are.

By the way, a rainbow is a complete circle. The horizon keeps a portion of the beauty of each rainbow all to herself. But, you knew that, didn't you?