was there a moment before
you stepped onto the cloak
draped over the waves
where you thought
this sea will swallow me?
how did the ocean feel
rippling under the soles
of your feet?
did the salt stain your
poppy red cloak?
when you drifted ashore,
could you smell
all the miles you’d crossed,
all the schools of fish
who followed your light?
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