By KAS BERNAYS
her voice crackled like a distress signal
interrupted as she told me
how in the bright haze
halfway between borders
and their certainties
the engine’s faltering stutter
had drowned under her daughters’ wails
and all desperation had coiled
into the kick of her unborn son
they had arrived surging
an avenging current
to puncture the water’s indifferent face
and hang suspended in the blue light
like a hand from beneath
to hold that boat above the waves
Kas Bernays is a writer from London. She has worked as a volunteer supporting forcibly displaced people on the island of Samos, Greece, and in Calais, France. Her work revolves around refuge and environmental thinking.
