I am quiet now
Dew in my hands,
I am quiet, as quiet
as a bird in flight
I lay on the green
floor of the garden
I turn inward
My pain dissolves
in the clouds of tea
What matters is this
The sea rushing towards me
The birdsong,
the dew turns into
the remnants of a bitter
volcano. I ate avocado
in a salad. It turns
into a sun in
my belly. I pull the
wave over my head
It makes me smile
It makes me remember
my mother’s love
from childhood
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