What is a Line but a Movement Between Two Points

I don't remember the beach 
from which we set out

in an outrigger canoe, the light
a strobe constantly deflecting

off the surface of water. But
I remember the fishermen we hired

to take us to the island, how quiet
their wordless conversation, how

the waves rough-slapped their salt
against the vessel's side as we passed

and yet they steered with firm hand,
no fanfare. I have always been afraid

of water, but here we were, entrusting
ourselves to this passage without life

vests, without so much as a single
inner tube or salbabida. What is an act

if not delineated by urgency? I can't
speak for others, but I too am intent

on leaving behind to reach some balance
or understanding; and mostly, arriving.


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