I am my mother’s wild future,
her lost longings breathing in being,
woken from her ocean’s abyss,
trembling to thundering possibilities,
stolen from her eternal sleep;
dreams to abandon, to fall away,
to scatter as wild as the stars may.
This is why I’m her daughter –
her worldly obsession-
that she circles mystified, cautious,
abashed and ferocious,
because with every step I take she learns
that, I know the path to her secret garden.