can you hear?

she’s looking down to the water
grabbing my grandmother’s hand and diving
can you hear them talking
as if no winds have gone between them

swim my dearest ones

they have cherry earrings
grandma’s sewing some vanilla white shoes
hiding the knots of her youth on the back
feeling my daughter’s feet with her disappearing hands
they both look at the waters
growing up from the earth
falling down from the trees
no they don’t have a mouth
sweetie
can God hear them?
I guess He can

swim my dearest ones

and you
you put your ear on my chest
I am the shell of her memory
yet silent