These Waters

BY REBECCA CHEEK

Back to the start,

where I began.

Swimming 

In my mother’s womb, 

In her protective waters. 

 

Where it was She and Me. 

 

Nurtured 

by the sounds of her

breath and heartbeat. 

 

The cadence 

clear and 

bittersweet.

 

Cleaved from her life. 

 

I yearn 

to return

to her, 

Our history.

 

Instead, 

I give myself 

to the sea.

 

The cleansing waters

set me 

free. 

 

There I hear 

the echo of her

breath and heartbeat

from a distant

memory. 

 

I reunite with omma 엄마,

               just my mama and me.