our sails are set and the wind blows
us down the river towards its mouth
and our points of origin or so we have
been told by the elders... those who
have lived more moons than the rest
of us in these parts... we know who
we are and where we come from...
but not where we are going more
than a minute or two into the future,
as we have not yet seen what is to be;
our billowed sails are full and open
by the headwinds that navigate us
true, even though we seem to be
zigzagging back and forth as if we
have lost our rudder but not our
spirits or our will to survive here.
3 January 2023
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