it’s not about me.
If it were, there would be drama
in this boat of three.
I am glad
because I can adjust my settings
and set to rowing us out to sea
where the air is misty and smells like sunlight
the mountains stretched like hands lifting skyward
where we are in agreement that this water is choppy
worth the paperwork, the angry bureaucracy
worth the sacrificing of souls we once knew
worth the row
the sinking manifest
we once thought we’d have.
I row this boat until I am tired
and pickup again when I can
because we are
worth the row.