Remembering in the Deep
A Watsu session opens a portal for time travel for African diasporic kin.
Held aloft in brown arms gliding in warm water we follow the ancestors down into ocean depths. Portal opens and we fall all of us together some of us chained together (did I imagine that or was it memory?) linked wrists arms embracing beloved bodies.
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