Each one the other's phantom limb in the sea

by SUMITA CHAKRABORTY

 

 

saying a fable three times
turns it into plainest vision
thrice I say fugitive home
fugitive home fugitive home

this the dunes know
as wind strips
their bodies of the dirt
that forms them
I dreamed my mother
onto this beach
bejeweled by erosion
that turns tree-bones into clay
this the dunes know
as wind strips
their bodies of the dirt
that forms them
I dreamed my mother
face-down in the salt
I practice saying fugitive
unable to say home
this the dunes know
as wind strips
their bodies of the dirt
that forms them


Notes

The title of “Each one the other’s phantom limb in the sea” comes from a translation of Sorescu by Seamus Heaney.