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Days away from shore

The loss of land as it disappears,

That first tab of the trip

When you are still looking landward,

Back to the future you imagine.

It takes days, weeks, years

To twist in the wind

And face around foreward,

A minute maybe or a lifetime to feel

That it is no longer the start

But closer to the end.

Like racing toy boats across the tub

The first inch the racers are together

Traversing the miles (inches) together,

Then

They seperate,

In speed and skill

Obstacles and motives

Til the champion smashes

The ceramic wall.

Cheers at the last inches

The rest arrive

Fast on the heels

Or slow deliberate

Or circling lost

Seeking the goal

As Mommy cheers or 

Repremands to catch up.

Its takes days,

Weeks, years

To make it across that sea.