Sometimes I wonder why I am such a paradox of a being;
why I am temperamental and constantly seeking change.

My name has two meanings. In Hebrew,
I am a sea of bitterness; I constantly ebb and flow,
casting others aside, picking them up in my salt
water in which nothing can grow.

In Latin, I am
the star
of the sea.
I am light; I pulse out to other floating creatures
inhabiting the same turquoise waves
as I // I tendril out rays of beams of streams of

I was born for naladovy.
I was born into
waves and tides and seasons and moon-pulls.

I will constantly be
between the two parts of me that are
both half
both whole
of who I am.

Accepting this
will heal me.