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My Mother's Travels
My mother's travels have unraveled
like a spool of thread across the globe.
She spins millions of yards and
millions of miles and leaves
great zigzapgs from pole to pole.
Denmark, Prague, and Sweden,
India, Russia, Japan,
her trail is a dance between
migration and tensely fluttering demand.
From Bombay a hard-carved box,
small artifacts like James Dean screen print
socks and key chains from Greek islands.
Ancient, incredible islands surrounded
by the deepest, clearest waters
- compliments of Poseidon.
My last bracelet was from South Africa
made by a dark, smiling craftswoman
who lived in an ocean of grainy nuisances
an ocean with metal shores-
an expanse of old problems-
a new well for still more-
her hands made sense of the tiniest of knots.
My Mother has this power too.
