Poem for a Sister
for Ali Cobby Eckermann
Ali my sister with the warrior heart
I am sorry. For all that was stolen.
umbilicus cut too many times; too
many severances, down the lines
you show me how to be a poet: the
stops in between; bird song words
gifted like water in deserts; keening
from the heart, and not too afraid to
cry; kneeling lonely between stanzas
listening for what cannot be taken:
skin, rain, longing, sisters, the moon—
words heal like silken snaking scars.
Beautiful smoothing lines that show me
how to belong; how to keep going on.