Into the Blue


Flailing at his life, he swam out of it.
Sharks tore years from his body.
By the time he reached the place
where sea and sky compress to a line,
he was light enough to pass through it.

I still rinse salt from my skin.
When I stand on the beach,
the ocean moves away.

Nancy Gandhi

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