Three

I had always known

where I was born.

But then the clouds broke—

into an endless blue—

blue of an ocean, separating

a baby

a mother.

Another mother now loves another's,

cradling

a stranger who would be me.

Approached the gate

to a park. The gate

to an orphanage. The gate

which was yet another mother's arms

wrapped around a trembling me.

It might have been cruel to leave

the first time

way long ago. And now I was to leave

again.

Again, I become a daughter.

Is it enough now? Will I be enough?