A girl and her boat

 

 

Certainly, you are right. I cannot deny,

I am fresh off the boat,

Or many boats, in fact.

Upon each one I sailed far and wide

-As per the Captain’s desire-

I saw the sun

And people

Rise and set

On many horizons.

Hear, hear!

Here, here.

I am

Yet

Drifting

Towards the treasure, I remember the Indweller,

In seas always changing,

I chose to go off the map, uncharted.

The dialects that ripple off my tongue

And the voices that quake from within

Are not mine

But that which is borrowed from our great Mother and her children.

तत् त्वम् असि

We are

The waves,

A tsunami,

Whatever floats your boat

from Cape Comorin to Romania

The DNA of Pangea.

Come, take a tour, with this sailor-

-Fresh off boat, plane or spaceship, crossing perceived borders and barriers.

 

 

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