The Ocean [Poem]

This being human is
a single drop of rain
in the ocean.

A rippling,
a small displacement within the order of things,
quickly remedied.

A seed,
Drifting on wind currents, planting itself,
In an ocean garden.

An answer,
Disguising itself in questions, until
It questions itself.

A question,
Posed oh so quietly: Could the ocean exist
Without me?

This being human is
an ocean.

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

I wrote this poem from a prompt in dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’ The inspiration for the prompt is a poem by Rumi titled “The Guest House”.

37 thoughts on “The Ocean [Poem]

  1. Welcome to the Poets Pub, Evan, and thanks for sharing your metaphor poem. I love the image of ‘a single drop of rain in the ocean’ and the idea that being human is a ‘small displacement within the order of things, quickly remedied’; Mother Nature certainly does put us in our place from time to time. The quietly posed question is a deep one – like the ocean.

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  2. This being human is being a part of something larger than self. And sometimes getting confused whether you exist therein at all. Because you get lost among your other selves.
    … An answer,
    Disguising itself in questions, until
    It questions itself.
    Wasn’t this the idea?

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