Ravens

Riding the waves;

the dhow turned to the headlands,

to see our watchtowers;

they where along the coastal

plain, over looking the sea.

I took my girls

in the hands, guiding the dhow

to the horizon.

Like Atrahasis,

letting ravens off his ark,

I let my babes swim;

the deep sea, the shy wind

and the torquiest of the sky:

reminded me, long ago, of Mom’s eyes.

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