Edgewater

My daughter claims

The chiseled, jagged

Geometry of granite

Edges shaped, yet unsoftened

By the fearless washover

Of my motherhood

She claims the precision

And predictable

The High point of reason

Her need of structure

Often misunderstood

For indifference

I claim

The churning, yearning

Fluidity of ocean

To combine with

My offspring, now towering

Above me, steadfast

Obstructive to our intimacy

Sprung through me

Only to claim firmly, by the universe

Not of me, as I recoil

From the edgewater

Back into mystic self

My need for fluidity

Often misunderstood

For indifference

Here at the edgewater

Under the waves

Under the chaos

Of mother~daughter

Teenage tension

We meet not in

the indifference

of rocky cliff or crashing wave

Of being misunderstood

We meet in our insignificance

Our Infinity of making sand

Until the parts of her

And the parts of me

Combine like the oobleck**

We made together

We played together

Squishing our fingers

Together in the intimacy

of prenatal, preschool, preteen

forming & reforming

Not quite a solid

Not quite a liquid

Neither precision

Nor wellspring

Always on the edgewater of possibility

Our intimacy, misunderstood

By the both of us

Loving each other in

Our unique forms of longing

Our intimacy, Misunderstood

By both of us

Leaving each other in

Our unique forms of infinity

**oobleck is a non-newtonian fluid made of cornstarch and water. It changes states from liquid to solid with compression, force, pressure, with a squeeze and release, solid back to liquid