Based on a passage in “In Her Element” by Jude Robison
I’m sitting by the shore.
I will tell the young captains tales about my voyages, all that I saw, all
that I did.
I will talk about avoiding rocks and shoals,
and how to find safe harbor in a storm.
I will tell them where to look for pearls and other treasurers.
I will draw maps. But I can’t be a helmsman any more.
I can’t even pull an oar.
I will watch the fresh-painted boats leave without me.
The sea breeze teases.
Some day a boat will come just for me.
I will sail out out to sea,
alone. I won’t return.
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