But Never Did

On the horizon

were various clouds of bluish-gray.

Some were holding back tears,

while others were let go.

It was a point where

endless sky and deep ocean

appeared to meet

but never did.

Save for an imaginary grid of

parallels and meridians,

my whereabouts

was essentially nowhere.

It was a place where rain

meant nothing to a vast ocean.

Maybe upon some future skyline,

where son and father appear

to come together,

unlike these grand blues,

they actually did.

Otherwise, like

the open sky and ocean deep,

they appeared to meet

on the horizon

but never did.