Daughter of a Temple
like the sky I’ve been too quiet
- not in an anthropological mood
- first notebook of songs
- forgive me my
- seal
- el kebda, let it go
- we made it to the underpass
- our mother is our daughter is our mother
- (sister said) home is a direction
- we’re still at the underpass
- call it luck if you want to
- call her by her name, enheduanna
- growing sense of wonder
- I walk again, eyes towards the Sky
