Born to Water

Maybe we were
born to water

and with new arms
and legs,
newborn-blind,
we climbed onto
the river’s shore

maybe the land
claimed us,
reeds and grasses
bound our ankles
and gave us
names

maybe swimming
in the currents
in the deepest eddys
are strange fish
like us

maybe the water is
both calmer
and deeper
than we think

so we could not
stand if we entered
nor breathe though

maybe if we jumped now
we’d remember who we were
just at that moment
of birth

maybe then we’d swim
to the bottom
and touch home.

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