by Cynthia Robinson Young
I was born in warm trust of thigh,
sliding out
from oceans
of emerald water, feral
and untethered,
my sac, an amniotic boat
sailing
on a tidal wave,
traveling
from my mother’s womb,
landing on
this side of this world.
Cynthia Robinson Young is a native of Newark, New Jersey, but now lives and writes in Chattanooga, Tennessee. She is the author of the chapbook, Migration (Finishing Line Press, 2018). Her work has appeared in journals and magazines including Grist, Freedom Fiction, Rigorous, The Halcyone, and The Writer’s Chronicle.
