“To go fast,” they say, “Go alone.”
“To go far, go together.”
I am in no hurry; I travel in good company.
My mother beside me and her mother, too.
I journey with a host, a crowd
An unbroken line of women, of mothers
stretching back and back and on
each one, daughter to her mother.
Their voices persitant,
speaking their echoes in my DNA,
in my eyes and the shape of my hand,
In my RNA, whispering the curve of my cheek
in my mitochondria, and deeper.
They live on, moving forward
We travel together.
We are in no hurry; we plan to go far.