Isles of the Sea

we are small, but
not afloat or adrift—
far apart but connected
beneath ripples, waves—
our milieu from first to last—
our contrast, chance to stand
steady in storm, through rise
and ebb, through baptism
by water, by fire, by any-
thing, again and again
till end of days

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