Sing, Unburied, Sing

by Jesmyn Ward

There’s things that move a man. Like currents of water inside. Things he can’t help. Older I got, the more I found it true. What’s in Stag is like water so black and deep you can’t see the bottom.

Some days later, I understood what he was trying to say, that getting grown means learning how to work that current: learning when to hold fast, when to drop anchor, when to let it sweep you up.

Je suis la fille de l’océan, la fille des ondes, la fille de l’écume,

I am the daughter of the ocean, the daughter of the waves, the daughter of the foam. (google translate for the win)