There
is no bridge to help you move safely to our side
Of
life, where dreams stay in your sleep and imagination
Is
only a slogan. Still, you will
find your way across
Even
if I could cry a river of tears deep enough to block
Your crossing, yet
I
fear what may happen as you both dive headlong
Into
these waters stirred with the churning turbulence
Of
your ripening. What your mother has done is best,
For
she has submerged you, asked you to swim.
I watch you in the pools
Of
Mililani, cavorting like twin dolphins, making more
Progress
in a few minutes than I have made in a lifetime
Of
struggling to stay afloat.
Someday, there will be no ocean
Too vast for you to cross.
March
2001
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