Abstract
I call it “the great emptying.” This business of making and re-making of the self. The immigrant self, that is:
I hold a bucket in my hand
Piled high with memories
Of Delhi, India,
I begin Swirling,
Swinging it over head
Holding in a deep-deep breath,
Throwing it out, away, as far as I can
Back to where it belongs
The past
I call it The Great Filling. This business of making and re-making of the self. The immigrant self, that is:
I hold a bucket in my hand
Filling it with memories,
Of Athens and Sapelo
I begin swirling,
Swinging it over my head
Holding in a deep deep breath
Pouring it all over me
Over My Place
My Deep South
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