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Small boat, big sea

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I think a lot about this small boat which
I saw from a much bigger boat filled with
come-from-aways as we raced alongside
a 90,000 pound humpback she-whale.
I think of the boats, the whale, the divine
precariousness of everything, how
there’s no sweeter way to live than to live.
And I miss St. John’s Newfoundland and my
murmuration of lovely writing souls.
This rugged rock attached to nothing felt
like home and when I find a home-place I
create a mirror space inside my heart
so I can return by closing my eyes
and clicking my red ruby heels three times.