What is a Line but a Movement Between Two Points

I don't remember the beach 
from which we set out

in an outrigger canoe, the light 
a strobe constantly deflecting 

off the surface of water. But 
I remember the fishermen we hired 

to take us to the island, how quiet 
their wordless conversation, how 

the waves rough-slapped their salt 
against the vessel's side as we passed

and yet they steered with firm hand,
no fanfare. I have always been afraid 

of water, but here we were, entrusting 
ourselves to this passage without life 

vests, without so much as a single 
inner tube or salbabida. What is an act 

if not delineated by urgency? I can't 
speak for others, but I too am intent 

on leaving behind to reach some balance
or understanding; and mostly, arriving.