They didn’t say that lake was too dangerous,

the currents too strong, the winds

too unpredictable for a solo rowboat.


They didn’t see the darkened sky —

how the stars mesmerized, the milky way

a vast river where mind could disappear.


They didn’t say, Don’t go just yet.

We’re not ready.


I said I own that boat,

my oars strong and sturdy.


I said I saw that river of stars;

that feverish twinkling,


I will cross that lake,

follow that river.


I am rowing now..

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