When I was ten, I said, I don’t want to live,
her caustic response, You chose this life,
and I imagined my soul flitting above body,
tiny babe, blue without breathing, without father,
brown girl dying before birth, and said, Her,
as an afterthought, I was gathered from the sea.
I couldn’t imagine this,
or remember this.
My mother must have been wrong.
Great title into the poem. Love the sense of viewing life from outside itself. “I was gathered from the sea.” – Oh yeah!
I agree with Sylvia. Beautiful poem and ” I was gathered from the sea” is incredible
So many lines and phrases I love here. Such an intriguing vantage point.
Great mystical perspective