A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
From alone to not,
This is a bigger step than we admit.
But once one is over the bridge
There is so much joy to be had –
The kind that freezes one’s face in a smile so strong,
The muscles will hold for hours,
Despite previous disuse.
We are reminded
Of all the wonderful people in such abundance in the surrounding sea.
We are more social than we know.
All we have to do
Is sort out the fish from the weeds.