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Not Finished

I am moving farther and farther away from

my relationship with myself

like a boat in the distance

growing smaller and smaller on the horizon

and perhaps I cried when I saw

the loved ones up close as

they stood on deck--

those I prayed for

beseeched the God in heaven for

and hearing the call they came.

and I called them mine--

my spouse… my child…my spiritual path

and now…

so tiny on the horizon

almost a speck against

the vast blue gray waves

and voluminous white clouds

and me…

alternately burdened and elated by this strange detachment

who am I?

not someone not even something