I often dream of floods,
or overwhelming suffocation seas,
or just of being alone in an inhospitable brown river.
And yet, I always feel like it’s related to my child.
It rings a bell to my being a mother,
who can love as vastly as these shady waters;
But I feel I have to let the child go,
without that suffocating protection.
He grew up in my water;
he was so tiny and delicate;
and I enveloped him in my water;
and provided everything he needed
with my water.
My waters broke.
My baby was born.
Soon a young man
who will go away;
And I will proudly let him