a friend
and
i,
were talking about
fears
and how they are
there, but
they hold no passport
and
so,
we don’t know
which
body
they
belong to,
forever guessing
their country
of
origin,
questioning
how
they
settled
in
our
neural
pathways.
and,
i said that
i believe
we carry
ancestral memories
in our
dna,
and they too,
have no
body
of origin,
but still,
they
exist
in
my
cells
as this deep love
for rain,
and
the sound of the ocean,
and
the feel of water
on
my
limbs
as
i
metamorphosise
into
a
fluid
being,
unusual
in one born
in
may,
a sign of the earth.
yet,
somehow
there is water
flowing
deep
within
my
bones,
and
i wonder
whose
memories
i carry
within my body,
and
whose
breath
will
one day
carry
my
love
for
the sea.
— ancestors.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
Some days, a poem will just birth itself almost instantly — an opening of the door and a silent entering.
Waiting to be put onto paper.
A dear friend and I, were having a conversation about irrational fears and it started me thinking on irrational loves and how we sometimes love things that are inexplicable when compared to our family. I have always believed that just as we carry genetic disease, we carry ancient memories in our DNA and perhaps this explains our fears and deep loves. xx