by Andrea Potos
I felt myself carried
across wine-dark waters
as if a ship’s manifest
were kept
near me, the unknown
and the known—
paternal grandmother
Helen,
a scared girl of seven
coming over
from Patras;
maternal grandmother
Aristea,
an astonished bride of 19
from Piraeus, holding
my
8-month-old mother in her
arms
as the ship rose and
dipped, glided
and churned along the
endless
waves for
weeks.
I give thanks to the waters
that held them up to land
them here,
where I may remember
something
of their stories within
my body now.
* * * * *
"In the Healer's Room" is from Andrea Potos's collection Her Joy Becomes (Fernwood Press),
Andrea Potos is the author of several poetry
collections, most recently Her Joy Becomes (Fernwood Press), Marrow
of Summer (Kelsay Books), Mothershell (Kelsay Books), A Stone to
Carry Home (Salmon Poetry, Ireland) and Yaya's Cloth (Iris
Press). Her poems can be found widely in print and online. She lives in
Madison, Wisconsin.
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