APPENDIX II

POETRY BY JULIA

REMEMBERING

I was not there when your mother bore you.

Surely you came into this world, hungering and wet.

We all do that.

Surely you came like the rest of us

From that dark sea of souls,

That sighing that brings us forth

And calls us back—we all share that.

If this is true, and it is—even for you—

Why are you a broken glass smashed against

The floor? Why not the seas’ grass on

The ocean floor? Why not a smooth stone, a willow

In the wind? Why do you break, not bend, and

Even broken, why not mend? You do know how.

Walk with me to the edge of the city.

Take off your shoes and feel the earth.

It is softer than a woman.

It is safer than your father.

It is water. It is air.

It is where you are returning

With this yearning you can’t name.

Cast off your shame. It is an old coat.

Remember who you are. You are a star,

A mountain, that fountain in the sun.

Your heart is the velvet cave.

Where birds sing.

Are you remembering?