My Mother Was A Freedom Fighter
yesterday i was the toa river
where my grandmother rinsed her feet
and cupped water into her hands
toward her face
dripping down her chin
along, soft clay bet
sculpting a mother
A body bathing in daybreak,
bleeding beautiful
the fish skirt around her calves
dragonflies babble on her neck
the sun sets her skin ablaze
she howls toward the horizon
tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow
i will be a torch in my daughter