Mother

You're not always there
in the immediate calamity 
of existence,
forefront fighting for 
your space

against my priorities, digging
your elbows into my thoughts -
but your influence extends 
beyond the jostle
of the compulsory, of the trivial.

You are the air around my head,
my ocean's floor, my sea bed, 
the rock upon which 
I build my self's scaffolding.

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