Still Afloat
—A toast to the living Here’s to those of us who are still at sea, who tread slanted decks, with sails frayed and rigging giving way, who close our eyes and see waves endlessly rolling. Here’s to those of us who watch for wear and compass readings in the same glance, ready for trouble even in sleep. Here’s to those of us who circle on the high seas of our living, breathing, hesitancy of a life and wish for a moment we were at a steady table toasting those who were still at sea.
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