“The tropical depression
“Will leave in its wake
“Riptides, undertows, big waves.”
To swim or not?
This is not a new question.
Always, I weigh risk.
Always, I think of the forecasted dangers.
Always, I hesitate on an edge.
As I watch the waves rise.
As I listen to them as they fall before me.
Today, though,
I think of my daughter.
Always, she knows when it is time
To surrender to the greater force
Driving the wave:
She dives through it without hesitation.
She does not surrender to fear:
She emerges on the other side
In deeper, calmer water,
A sea nymph
Sharing the magic of her being
As this lost Odysseus
Looks on.
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