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.