My mother is of the ocean.
She was pulled from its depths and
birthed onto our dry, cracked Earth.

Her roots spread,
wide enough to know the land,
to know her mate,
her kin,
her blood, Earth blood
but wet as the ocean.

Here she taught us,
like Mercury,
to be fluid and frenzied, roiling like the sea.
"Stay steadfast but know uncertainty."

When we're ready she'll let us go and
slip silently home.
Plunging head first back into her skin.

We'll stay wondering, watching the tide roll in.
Sea foam licking our limbs.
Her touch,
Her kin,
Her blood,

My blood, wet as the ocean.

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