Voltando

Voltando

Everything

Fear surges under my heart when the ferry docks.

When port side slams stairs, unsettles Memory,

my ide snaps off my left wrist as I stand.

Everything

One bead at a time, Wind whispers,

Everything you know is gone.

Everything you love has changed.

Everything

I follow small brown and green beads

to the edge of straw bags full with coconuts,

between splintered planks, beneath feet rushing to shore.

Gone

Six beads hide under blue plastic chairs.

The others disappear towards the stern.

I grasp what I can tightly between thumb and second finger.

Tudo

Another life shed in the belly of a ship.

Wind pushes me gently towards the door. Water laughs.

Together

they

are

chant

ing

Nossa filha

vem!