Even in far off Bora Bora,

it is the same.

Sky and sea and sailboat,

feathered creatures,

watery friends,

ancient remnants,

and current travellers,

all in conversation.

What do they speak of, do you think,

in this language unconstrained

by the tight borders of words?

Such chatter where human confines are freed.

And see,

how with our little boat,

we think ourselves so clever,

when all the while

we are carried and cared for

like wayward children,

as our grace filled benefactors await

our growing up.