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.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
Sara Clancy is a Philadelphia transplant to the Southwest. Her chapbook Ghost Logic won the 2017 Turtle Island Quarterly Editors Choice Award. Among other places, her poems have appeared in Off the Coast, The Linnet's Wings, Crab Creek Review, The Madison Review, Misfit Magazine, Avatar Review and Verse Wisconsin. She lives in the desert with her husband, their dog, two ordinary cats and a psychotic cross-eyed one.
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