Inspired by a poem from Rilke’s Book of Hours
“I am city by the sea
Sinking into a toxic tide.
I am strange to myself, as though someone unknown
Had poisoned my mother as she carried me.
It’s here in all the pieces of my shame
That now I find myself again.
I yearn to belong to something, to be contained
In an all-embracing mind that sees me
As a single thing.
I yearn to be held
In the great hands of your heart-
Oh let them take me now.
Into them I place these fragments, my life,
And you, God-spend them however you want.”