To Sana Solia the Sand Princess

By | 1 February 2019
you bubbled as the salt crept into freshwater lenses,
wind wrenching the iron roof
wailing, gurgling storms
drowning
grief

grain
by
grain

oceanic breath
breaking over the shore
whispering inhaling exhaling us.
it echoes the name of the old princess
as it erases the prehistory of the archipelago;
it swallows us, leaving a smear of sand
at the mouth of the coastal atolls
washing away the evidence
of monsoons, mushroom clouds, dances, Micronesia

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