Ebb: To move away from the land
Flow: To move back towards it
The grapevine releases its leaves: this too shall pass.
Tell me of the ways grief will release from this body.
How it will collect wherever the leaves go in winter.
How the rains will come and wash this sorrow away
the same way floods came but not before the country
first burned. Dead wood piled upon dead wood.
Trauma upon trauma. Cleaning the wounds while
reopening the scars. Tell me of the ways a river
surrenders to the ebb and flow of the ocean.
How I too will learn to stop running and move back
towards this land that is mine.