My oars dip into the black water
Creating beautiful labyrinths
Which float out behind the boat
In ever widening circles
I would love to walk those labyrinths
But I cannot walk on water
I lack such special power
If I could, I think I would have
Many profound secrets of life
Revealed to me
As I long for illumination
The brilliant orange moon
Comes up in majestic rise
Above the dark and jagged horizon.
– Frances Cameron
