Mornings in limbo
miles traveled through snow
latitude lines
hotel parking lots with fake mills
pumping stale water into ponds
filled with pennies people left behind
hoping to make wishes come true
I imagine this to be different
your migration was swift
hoping not to be seen
you moved through the night
baby in belly
you held everything close
tried to stay warm
strong
alive
by the time you reached where you were going
things
laws
had changed
and no one came looking for you
only while sleeping did you hear
the distant barking of dogs
your own feat
hitting hard on soft ground
a deafening heartbeat
I have these dreams too sometimes
the genetic imprint you left passed to me
still find myself
running
searching for someplace
safer than this
home maybe
And why do I remember at times like this
always while traveling
always by water
always in the morning
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