This Boat

In the dying light a boy nurtures wild cats, feeding them, watching them, pouring water out for them.

You and I just watch him. As usual your words anchor me, which feels a little unfair for you, seeing that I am the old one. I love your strong voice shared by all the women from your tribe, and just as when you were a little girl I want to call them to assembly, muster them for us, say, see these kids? The ones you have loved all these years? Be there for them, please,

No matter what.

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