By Alexandra Jade Gracia 

find me
          where the land
                               meets the water 

only to lose me
                       in the blanketed fog
                                                   above us

find me
          where my consciousness is 
                                                   caught in-between,
                     with no claim to land 
                  nothing to call my own 

meet me—
              suspended above
                                       the pliant redwood branches
in the thickets
                     of their overgrown roots tangled,
                                                        holding onto secrets 

                            spoken by 
                                         a mother tongue
                                                             so twisted 

          it will take a lifetime
                                          to remember

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