Vocation

A poem

— For my mom

If I were to take it all

seriously

the job of creating

nothing into something

a feeling into an object

and a story. I’d return to

my mother

and her mother

and her mother, etc.

so they’d know

they were part

of this work.

The confidants

and agents

of my freedom.

That I could be wild

in the room of my dreams —

that my work

is to conjure a world

that holds their joy

as I cradle my own.

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