blown, strewn across the ocean
sometimes people who talk about finding their roots forget the ocean
my mother had sails, an anchor and she followed him here
i couldn't breathe
so i tied the rope from her sails to my waist
i dove, swam until there was no more water, then there was earth
i shoveled, burrowed until there was clay,
it got hotter and before my rope burned up and i turned to stone
I dug myself up and out
then there was almost air, i could smell it
the sun hit my nose
i poured the sand from my lungs.
breathing again, i slept on the beach
when i woke up, a man was there:
"How about a swim?"
