I've fallen and emerged with swells of a red ocean’s crescendo
I am no longer the same sad siren
now her wonder whips grief back into the curve of a wave
that had taken my faith in the tumble
le petite morte
I rise from the froth like the phoenix
ribbons of new wisdom flap from my wings
she seals my open heartache when I land on the
shore of my own mothering and
I am able to love