Walking through the door
of Kathlyn’s family cabin,
we flick on the lights.
Nine round peaches
sit atop the counter before us.
A bag of croissants, too,
brought back from Paris this week
by Kathlyn’s mother.
The whole world is represented
in tapestries, baskets,
ceramics, paintings
all carefully placed.
But the peaches are from here,
Georgia,
where Kathlyn comes back to rest.
She lives in Nairobi now.
She has been seeing turtles lately
She has been seeing turtles lately
and wonders if they are a sign.
She’s seen them born,
climbing out of their shells
moving towards the ocean
across a beach they will return to
when they have their own babies.
Their bodies know.
She’s met one almost 200 years old.
A female, Mary,
who swam across the Indian Ocean
to show up on the island of Lamu
where she’s witnessed colonialism
and the 21stcentury.
Her body knows.
Mary once moved across a beach
just born
trying to make it to the ocean
when many of the others around her
wouldn’t.
And here she is.
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