the way a sailboat's keel
lets it right itself
after a wind blows it off center
I have something that stabilizes me
except it is not one entity
but a balance of many
and when it grows singular
I begin to dip
not just my gunwales into the sea spray
but also the sails that would guide me
and make me feel, to myself, known
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