Robbi Nester is the author of four books of poetry and editor of three anthologies. She currently hosts two poetry reading series monthly on Zoom. Read more of her work at http://www.robbinester.net
My ancestors became adept at leaving
because they had to, traveling by ship,
sinking low in dark-green winter waves,
subsisting on over-salted herring from
the bottom of the barrel. They learned
new languages, took on different names,
yet carried with them the same ancient
tales and histories that made them who
they were. I imagine that they sang
on the trip over, spinning wild fables
in the ship’s dark hold. After they reached
their destinations, the leaving didn’t stop.
Because they have to go, each sanctuary
gives way to the next. Even knowing what
they know, they still can hope there will
someday come an end to leaving.