Tuesday, June 24, 2025

steps to my arrival (here)

 

Cut the twining cord quickly

with a sharp scissors

Use the cord clamp to stem 

the bleeding

It will not hurt (for now)

The scars will fold under my navel

As will my native tongue

sink to the bottom of my belly of fears


Learn the language of 

weather politeness of 4 seasons

Handle the etiquette

of fork & knife with ease

Still the waving hands as intuition

& glaze the summer skin to winter ice


Walk the balancing act

between following & not following

between listening & not listening

To myself & this pathway that I have

chosen, from brave idea to blistering reality

of starting over in a new country

a 360 degree turn

from one journey to another


Jump as if there is no bridge

to return to, 

Even if each detour, is a dead-

weight of self-blame 

Even if every mistake is a sword to

the carefully constructed excel timeline-

In the rearview,  

Plow along as elegant swans, with no outside 

signs of breaking point

What kept me sane, gentle as raindrops?  

 

Writing poems

A balm & thread to my turmoil

Strewn away as spinning dandelion fluffs

on a windy summer day, scattering

verses lead to stanzas, rhymed 

& unrhymed, each poem 

a journey to


Forgive & find myself

after patching & stitching faded lilac

blooms & falling autumn leaves to my sleeves-


I am (wholly) grateful

For marking 20 years in this land, we now call home


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics:  Building from the Broken hosted by Mish.  Celebrating this day as our first day in Ontario, Canada with my family.  What a journey it has been! 



5 comments:

  1. I love this journey you describe, and what a great submission to the anthology... the way poetry is the glue to mend and to heal that journey of uprooting from somewhere else.

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  2. Your poem is epic, uplifting and beautiful, Grace! Having lived in another country and spoken another language, these lines resonate:
    ‘The scars will fold under my navel
    As will my native tongue
    sink to the bottom of my belly of fears’.
    I also love these lines:
    'Writing poems
    A balm & thread to my turmoil
    Strewn away as spinning dandelion fluffs
    on a windy summer day’.

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  3. Oh Grace, this is a beautiful, heartfelt pouring of words and I feel blessed to learn more of your story. I can only imagine the strength and mixture of emotions one experiences from leaving their own country to start life in another. My son's g/f has been here for two years from the Philippines and she amazes me with all she has adapted to. Congrats on 20 years in Canada! Much love xo

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  4. So moved by your lightness of touch, that belies a deeper, truer story. Thank you x

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  5. An migrant's tale of rebirth in a new country - how pointed and paintful the reminder to citizens of countries with ever-taller border walls .... And how we all are native and not in this ever down-the-road life.

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