Like loons we travel underwater
great distances, to surface next to each other.
We burst up from water to air
to drift beside the serrated horizon of firs.
No matter where you are
or who you’re near,
we come up for air together.
No matter my pace or distance,
it’s you I surface to.
-excerpted from Sublimation, a poem by Anne Michaels
Tan Shou Chen 