Buoys

I sat at the docks alone today.

As I gazed out across the rippling water,

The world appeared to me as though I saw it through God's eyes.

I saw innumerable buoys, all scattered, alone.

They were of many colors: some black, some white, some yellow, some red.

And the water and wind ceaselessly tormented them,

Toppling them, only to bombard them again when they rose.

Such is life.

The buoys had bells, which all sounded.

Some faintly, some loudly, but all sounded.

Crying out for aid, thinking only of survival.

Never giving a thought to the others around them,

Never wondering if united they might stand a chance.

I saw the world from the docks today; I saw humanity for what it is,

And I was cold…