As my daughter grew away from me, pushing apart, seeking her identity, her self, I was unprepared for the sense of loss.
An invisible collaborator. My daughter tolerated me, she tolerated my examination of our relationship, manifesting images that respected her need to not be recognised.
“Salt” refers to tears, to the sea. One day when out of frustration and grief, I swam long strokes to finally feel held, and rebalanced myself to mothering her, no matter the distance.
