On this moonless night,
I waited for the full moon.
I could not board the boat;
the tide was rising
to meet the moon.
I waited for the swell to settle—
for the waters to still,
for the gap to open—
so I could dip the oars into the dark
and pull, slowly,
toward the light.
—MyKoul
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