Shifting plates under the foot,
sinking soil, and it is dark here. Too dark.
Still I close my eyes and fall back into the damp the wet and freezing,
coming out the otherside with goose skin in the frailer body of a younger self.
I am at the edge of the pool shivering as my mother tells me she’s a mermaid,
That my father found her on the shore of Andoni
Where the ocean thins out into the river.