Oar dipping

A long time ago, I tried to join an elite squad.
I dipped my oars in the salty lagoon and rowed.
We saw sunrises and water reflected on bare shoulders.
I didn’t make the team.
They did not need appreciators of beauty. They needed muscles.
Yet these many years later, I am part of an invisible squad.
We are in the same boat taking turns steering. Some days all we see is white fog on all sides of the boat and other days when it is clear we see a lighthouse beckoning us back home.
All I feel is that we are the threads of civilization that keeps the blanket of hope from fraying.
The nice thing about this squad is you don’t have to have upper body strength to join.
Anyone can join.

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