Ely💚

(Reflection #3)
“Time is an experience of adventures!”

Day after day
Night after night
If a child ever learned to tell time
It is how time stands still
The bones and muscles don’t breathe
The hips and legs were screwed down
The stale air of rotten skin and feces
Lingered and mixed with sea salt
The vision of the ocean
Is a flat screen of tiny ripples
But sometimes turned up turbulence
The sounds of thumping heartbeats
And the growling stomachs
Are like the background music playing
This was how Ely learned to tell time
By the memories of the gloomy seven days
At sea and the experiences seen
And the playbacks on TV screen
The adventures of how precious old times seemed.