Embarkation
They step as one onto the tide,
Their futures held on either side.
Not war nor peace, but trust in flow—
A journey carved in undertow.
The river calls, the oars reply,
The way is made beneath the sky.
A snowy trail, one step, then none—
The shape of what was said and done.
No echo walks where silence goes,
Yet every path the presence knows.
What passes leaves a sacred mark—
A whiteness deeper than the dark.
