last night i dreamt my people were in a bottomless clear ocean surrounding small islands, so small they seemed microscopic. i floated on a wooden board, others found things to hold on to, but some were left to tread water. the only people on the islands were vacationing tourists.
from the sky i could see the island was made of coves, and it was understood that this was the land hugging the water, holding the water, holding us.
photo of motherlands from stephanie gervacio