I saw those things you did,
what you said
thought
felt
before they came to pass.
From up there on that mountain I looked down,
saw the wind blow,
saw the waves swell,
saw your boat.
You were there, white-knuckled and scared and soaked.
I was there too - only damp shoes.
I came to you - not to fuss
about your poor sailing skills -
just for you.
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