We make no bones,
it was the sea that held its breath
and deferred to you, our mother. You,
who set aside the rancor of tides
and gathered us in like fishes
to carry in your vessel of plenty.
You, who tucked light under your arm
like a paper lantern and set it down
on this soft lip of sand, this crescent
of resolve where we gather to welcome
your fierce offering to us,
your daughters.
