It is here, underneath a pageant of stars I rest, my thighs pressed against ribcage, arms folded over limbs, as I await answers to questions which have confounded me. I’m inclined to believe this ocean is for us. Is it possible that an ocean could shape worlds, unscramble destinies, make known those things unsaid? Either way, neither chores nor distractions could unwind these moments. Though, on this occasion interruptions do not live or breathe this teeming air.

I’ve learned long ago that time loses itself when ignored. Still, I’m amused at hours’ lectures, how ocean teaches us to put forward what matters most. Some have said poetry has always been the muse that heartens lovers. But I wonder will my poems be enough to bridge the door between our lands? I can only hope memories we’ve shared will not drown upon crossing this slim lit water which streams along unknowing paths.