CROSSING  OVER

 

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..