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Ferry and Mount Baker, Horseshoe Bay to Nanaimo Ferry, Strait of Georgia, British Columbia, Canada II

I Wipe Them Away

We make time across the Strait
The ferry carries me
From all that I’ve known
To I know not where

Yet

But that matters not
The where is not there
I’ve left there behind
Moved on

Forward?

Who knows
Not I
Just an hour gone
And I miss parts of it

Already

Like a child’s stuffed toy
Or her comfort blanket
The woman no longer needs
Nostalgia alone soothes adult vulnerability

A bit

I hope I’ve left
All such things
To the past
They have earned

Like tears

That have fallen
Already forgotten
But for the trails
Dried on my cheek

I wipe them away