stepping stones of light
in an ocean garden
this pathway away
bids me 'cross the sea
my millstone to follow
beachcombing I prepare
soon my pockets full of pebbles
Water, catch me if I fall
or teach me how to drown
sweep me under--
here, is what the water gave me
a transport with the risefall
meet me on the western shore:
with breathing pilgrim's limbs or
deluged lungs, I land
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