Mother water
Swims with whales
To learn ocean navigation
She flies by watching
Cranes and haring
She rests by feeling cold dirt under her heals
She learns to see by
Closing her eyes.
There are knots in her back
From gripping wounds
People have generously given her
As she looked away
Carrying with her
The weight of others self destruction
As though it were her newborn child.
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