he.

far across the deepest blue,
under great waves of force,
swirling sea gulls and blue tunas,
lies a boat without a row,
and he stands there.

deep inside the darkest caves,
under scary webs of silk,
creeping spiders and black scorpions,
sits a lamp barely lit,
and he waits there.

high above the whitest skies,
under the gazing stars,
swift eagles and bald vultures,
floats a balloon unattached,
and he wonders there.

he gazes upon these wonders,
and he looks up,
closes his eyes,
and he navigates from one to another.