A step into the unknown

My father used to tell me to take

a long walk on a short pier.

I thought he was trying to get rid of me.

I would walk away.


We weren’t close.

We never talked.

But maybe he was trying to share something with me.

His love of the sea.

He had been a Marine in World War II.

He could have been sharing with me in his awkward way.

His love of boats and the deep, blue sea.

Now when I look out at the ocean,

I think of him.

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