The tide moves mehigher on the crags. My joints crunchlike the mussels and barnacles beneath my boots.I walk a tightrope,from here to another oceanhuddled with archipelagoswhere ancestral canoesset to paddle across the world.I teeter and my hands catchthe water rising cold.The sea we come from is much warmer.
-Michelle Peñaloza
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