what you feel has a name

despite my age

I had the clarity of what was.
what came
before

what was to come.
I could see the ocean stretched
out
before me.

the dark fists of blue,
the wind
of purple, thinking what if,
as I clung

onto the frozen rails,
between my mother's shoes.

I could feel death right there,
the absence
of tomorrows
on this iron
ship sailing across
the atlantic,

those arms open
and waiting
whispering

to me, into my childhood
ears.
I am here, I am always here.

come when
you're ready.
no need to fear, what you feel
has
a name.