Finding her hide we trailed 
                                    fingers down then against  
             grains of fur thrusting shoulders into its waxy skin. 

                                                                This is how she found us 
                           the past draped about us like a cloak 
hands separating peach halves from a core. 

                                   Her form in the sound 
a pandan leaf peeking through milk. The only seals in Vietnam: 
                                                                   American men with green faces.

Credit

Copyright © 2023 by Diana Khoi Nguyen. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 17, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets. 

About this Poem

“In graduate school, I wrote a version of this poem which served as a grounding myth for the familial, psychological, and emotional content in my work. Eventually, I realized that, while I had learned much about ‘craft,’ my poems were stripped of details from the communities to which I belong; instead my poems reflected the predominately white institutions that educated me. Years later, I stumbled across the old version and removed that which does not speak with verisimilitude to my lived experience. I no longer ‘translate’ away ethnic details when I write, but try to capture these elements with irreplaceable precision.”
Diana Khoi Nguyen