I am my mother’s wild future

I am my mother’s wild future,

her lost longings breathing in being,

woken from her ocean’s abyss,

trembling to thundering possibilities,

stolen from her eternal sleep;

dreams to abandon, to fall away,

to scatter as wild as the stars may.

This is why I’m her daughter –

her worldly obsession-

that she circles mystified, cautious,

abashed and ferocious,

because with every step I take, she learns

that I know the path to her secret garden.

         

 

Images: 1909, Thurston Edgar, Rangachari K; Castes and tribes of southern India. Madras Government Press.

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