you untie
the ropes from the pier.
you set
a course.
you see that the sun
is yellow.
the river wide
and still.
soon
there will be stars.
soon
you will be back
in the ocean
from where you came.
the sails go up.
you stand,
legs locked
behind the wheel.
you can do this.
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