Date: Summer Solstice 1993
Location: Somewhere mid-Pacific Between the Galapagos Islands and the Marquesas
Fortunate is the one at sea, powerless—or nearly so.
Alone is good, but two is better . . .
someone like you
who is not afraid
to feel small.
* * *
In the tight grip of something greater, in the closed fist of the shrinking universe,
in the thrall of an expanding one
. . . in the depths of the first night . . . Continue reading