Motherland

I am not in transition.
I am transition.

I am full body movement
in all directions, sending
ships into the dark blue
from each fingertip
to explore every
undiscovered territory.
Vessels towing
my heart behind
their rudders until
my body breaks into
10 separate pieces
on a mission to discover
at least one remote continent.

A strange weather system
to drown me in.
A nameless climate.