I Hear the Water, a Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka


I hear the water.

It calls to me from lakes, streams, and rivers.


My mother was the ocean.

She carried me on her shoulders above raging storms.


Her strength washed away islands, eroding sin.

Dolphins swam in her dreams and gulls sang of her glory.


I walk on water.

I am her child, the one she bore in sorrow.


Man raped her bounty, polluted her shores,

but still, she did not cry.


I am rain.

I will cry for her.




 

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 14 poetry books, and 1 short-story book. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Eclipse Lit, Carolina Muse, Sparks of Calliope; The Closed Eye Open, North Dakota Quarterly, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal.