The wind brought me here
into a hidden corner
on a rocky beach
something about the light
the sky and sea melting
into one, into me
the pounding waves
feeling like I look inside
and there she is, my mother
and all the mothers before her
dancing on a wing of breath
becoming my breath
and nothing can stop me now
from releasing a torrent of tears
for all those who’ve passed
and those wandering over the earth
in search of a new home
where bombs don’t fall.
–Agneta Falk
Poetry