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..