She saw the rain clouds build across the horizon
from a bright white to a dark gray
growing in greater density on the boat trip
across the ocean to the island twenty-six miles
of pure agony with the up and down motion
like a galloping horse, an early breakfast
splashed on the deck along with that
of seven children who retched at the smell
finally her boat pulled into the bay
she hurried to her tent along the shore
rain pelted but didn’t penetrate
finally to sleep then awake to a red sunrise
she swam, snorkeled, paddled kayaks, attended
classes and labs finally hiked to the top
of the little island in the middle of the sea
where sea lions, dolphins and children come to play.
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