Far from the boat I row

I see the tide ebbing.

Agitated, the sea is quiet.

I am already there

on the horizon. Dots of white sails

furled with wind

and the waves have stopped breaking on the rocks..

I will reach there, and by then

I will have the grains of sand

and the taste of salt

sticking on me

bruising, healing

all at once.

Sushama Karnik.

2- January-2024.