To laughing children
From the power of a diesel
To the energy of a six-year old
From creations in steel and aluminum
To art in construction paper and popsicle sticks
Two separate and distinct worlds
Could not be more different
Yours takes you far away
To see vast oceans
And new coast lines
Listening to the repetitive chug
Of the engine room
Living in small quarters
On a large
Floating structure
Surrounded by water
Rising and falling with the waves
Tossed on the whim of the weather
Yet you love it
You love this job that takes you from me
You love that your hands
Can combine with your mind
And blend into skills
To form a lasting creation
One that can be admired
Useful
My world is smaller
My home is constant
There are people who depend on me
As others do you
But my dependants are little
More willing to show their appreciation
With a hug or a smile
(What Chief engineer would do that?)
My creations are not lasting or useful
They are beautiful for the moment
Handprints in paint
A flower made from coffee filters
Something to grace my world with color
And life
But they will be replaced
With new life
Changing life
My world is tossed about
By the growth of my children
Who change by the minute
With far less predictability
Than the weather
Whose emotions
Are young and sensitive
Still untainted by societies advocacy
For stoicism
My world will wait
As it always does
For your world to come back
To join my own
My world is constant
Yours is in flux
But is unchanging in its changeability
Constant in its rhythm
I do not desire to be in your world
As I know you do not desire to be in mine
But as we love each other
We admire each respective world
With awe and disbelief at the choices
Of our partner
Yet
It is these distinct worlds
Which reflect our personalities
And abilities
Drawing these opposites
Into a more complex
Relationship
With weaknesses overcome
And strengths celebrated
A Larger and fuller world
Than either has the ability to create
Alone
July 22, 2007
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