
Walking Across the Atlantic
I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.
Soon I am walking across the Atlantic
thinking about Spain,
checking for whales, waterspouts.
I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.
But for now I try to imagine what
this must look like to the fish below,
the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.
--Billy Collins
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No, I'm not in Spain. I've been in Argentina since the end of January. Today I, la mochilera, will be finally heading home. I booked a flight for 11:11 (in all seriousness.) Besos!
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