Born in one town and raised in four others
before I was ten, I feel like the earth, unable
to say where I started. Was it night first, at
the beginning of the first rotation? The only
certainties are the ceaseless movement and
gravity. The inability to fly. Standing on the
beach in Chennai, I wondered if this was still
the womb, readying for the real birthing.
If my own vastness, bigger than that sea, was
still forming. One rain, one deluge, was not
enough. This ocean knows everything, her
sand is coarse inside my mouth when I talk,
inside my thoughts as they spawn. All I know,
I learnt from her brown-blueness, lapping
around my ankles like a warning. How to
talk without speaking, how to listen while
still retreating, how to let go even when the
full moon is drowning in your belly. I asked
her about flight, she rises to the sky and falls
in endless cycles. Is leaving home the same as
dying? Is she born over and over again? How
will I know if what I am now is sea or cloud
or rain? She whispered warmly to my skin for
a moment. How to be alive without being.
How lonely you must have been, among people! But the ocean can be a companion like no other.
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Yes and Yes! Now I live in a landlocked city but the sea keeps calling every now and then!
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I grew up on an island, so I can’t have it too far away.
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The sea keeps calling. I have this “weird” need to see the water (even if it’s not an ocean), to live next to water wherever I am in the world. There’s just something about a large body of water. An outstanding write, Rajani!
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Thanks so much, Khaya!
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So very dark, especially when the speaker is a child. Many adults say things like, “You are too young to understand.” I wonder how they could forget what it was to be young… and still having to feel.
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Thanks Magaly, and yes, as a young adult you do feel everything. You may process it in your own way, but that’s the growing up bit I suppose.
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Lovely to look at the ocean as all of the changes of water and to look at us as planets with orbits. I love that.
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Thanks so much, Colleen. Glad the comparisons resonated!
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What a lovely post, incredibly thought-provoking …. the ocean in its vastness has always called my name … I return as often as possible.
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Thanks Helen!!
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Pulling from the series and posting single installments sharpens the lens individually but blurs the general sweep. I’ve read enough of these that the lulling continuity of voice is like a nearby tide day and night. There’s an easy conversational rhetoric borne of the confidence of reiterating it many times to oneself (or her poems) in various forms of address. Body-wisdom is grounded and simple; even a life of movement finds that continuo. The sea is the wonderful mentor and metaphor, teaching us “How to / talk without speaking, how to listen while / still retreating, how to let go even when the / full moon is drowning in your belly.” Even “how to be alive without being,” which is the ultimate piano in us chording and resonating tides. Lovely lively series Rajani.
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Thanks so much, Brendan. Writing the series without a drawn out storyboard and posting one part at a time plus the readings – has actually been a different experience, slows everything down and lets me spend more time with the expression and content and myself to internalize. Am glad you’re reading these!
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I too need moving water. I crave hearing waves on a beach. 🙃
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🙂 Thanks Kim!
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Gorgeous, gorgeous writing. The questions are wrapped in a soft blur that allows their sharp outlines to be seen/felt with less pain than their edge might suggest. Where is the real beginning? Why do only our heaviest feelings fly, what is the sea, the moon, within us? Just excellent, luminous stuff.
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Too kind, Joy. Thanks so much!
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There is a certain pull about the sea, as if it always have been a part of our lives. Perhaps it is, as the first lives on Earth were from the salty sea. 🙂
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A primal connect… I think so too!!! Thank you!
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The ocean is where I go when I seek reassurance and comfort.
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Looks like we’re in a big club of sea seekers! Wonderful!
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A poignant and skilfull poem! JIM
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Thanks so much, Jim.
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I love the ocean as mentor. This is stunning writing, Rajani!
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Thanks so much, Sara.
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This is stunning. I think this might be my favorite of yours.
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Thanks so much. So glad you liked it and are following this story!
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That end phrase, “How to be alive without being” is very haunting. It makes me think of being a ghost in one’s own life–always on the periphery, undetectable to most, and unable to be a full participant in the world around them.
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Yup, well said.. it is hard when one is unable to be a participant in one’s own life… Thanks so much, Rommy, love how you’re getting right down to the core of these poems!
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This is a stunning read… I have missed your poetry. The sea is so important if you have met her (or him) the sea will be with you wherever you go. Remember that every river and stream will go to the sea in one way or another.
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Thank you Bjorn. That’s very kind. This is part of a memoir series I am writing on this blog.
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