With her
the water
of all the stars
struggle between
me and the earth.
For us
amid the seagulls
exhausting and continuing
to the end of water.
The shape
that turns
what I protected
most strongly
and tries
to kill
with one
wave.
From page 170-171 of The Long Way by Bernard Moitessier, translated by William Rodarmor (Sheridan House, 1995).