Joining the Diaspora
by Justine C. Tajonera
I had a dream last night
about being pulled
by the waves,
clawing into the water
and drawing out a raft
that became a boat
that became soil
beneath my feet.
This morning, upon waking
I felt the slight rocking of the sea
and listened for
the sound of the earth's crust
breaking
the sound of a continent
approaching.
1 comment:
Hoping that the continent you're hearing is the smallest continent on earth.
Oz awaits.
Love,
Dorothy
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