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Walking Across The Atlantic

I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
Before stepping onto the first wave.

Soon I am walking across the Atlantic
Thinking about Spain,
Checking for whales, waterspouts.
I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.

But for now I try to imagine what
This must look like to the fish below,
The bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.


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Poem Walking Across The Atlantic - Billy Collins
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