I have so many questions
for you, Sedna,
like:

How many parents try
to cut off their children’s fingers
to keep them from reaching

How many will try to uncurl their grasp
even if all they want to hold
is the edge of a canoe
in the midst of stormy waters

How many children will nonetheless go on,
their severed, bloody pieces become
beautiful new life.

How many will grow up
to swim in the seas of satisfaction

despite all those that say they,
like you, are monstrous
for saying no.

How many are punished
for their personhood.

Sedna,

Lady of resistance,
lady of mysteries
found in frigid waters

if all here is your domain
how can we say you are not
whole.