Shore
When I was born,
birthed from my mother,
breathing for the first time the air
of Mother Earth, our mother,
there was another baby,
slipping through blood
into the same world as me.
Now, that other baby, my sister –
she and I stand on the edge
of the ocean, at the sea’s beginning,
about to be borne from
the womb of adolescence
into womanhood, into life.
Mother Earth,
sending swells of foam
to lure us in together:
you don’t trick me, no –
you molded me too smart
of a girl pebble.
But I will always
follow my sister
to the shore.
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