How ironic,
you thought when the third wave pushed you under water.
The first had drenched you,
the second had thrown you overboard.

The face of your mother passed through your mind,
while you fought to get to the surface.
The woman, who named you.

the man who parted the sea

who led his people into the Holy Land.

even if you survive this –
there is no Holy Land waiting for you.

Maria Tramountani

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