The farthest I've ever been out to sea or from home
involved being suspended meters above water on
a bridge that looked like a centipede
that had collapsed and been reconstructed
mere years before. I was listening to carefully
considered music (months of planning, thought-
experimenting, to find that one song to hear
as the ocean cleared the horizon) laughing
nervously through the construction zone (whistling
through the cemetery)
and holding Brittany's hand when in the home
stretch.
Then we were there.
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