The tree inside me had borne unexpected fruit –
I was supposed to leave that very morning like a spark,
it was only my parents, the only roots, and quite weak at that
that were flashing through my mind
like the tide.
Don’t go away, don’t go away, my mother was praying,
worshipping the Sun,
my father was blaming me for his own birth,
only my brother just pledged himself to look for me
in the waters of the Acheron.