Driftword

I am a Protestant daughter;
My Catholic mother
Birthed me in the water
And I drifted farther

Than she would reach.

I washed up on Neverland.
I read the works of the lost boys
Who also traveled unmanned
Bereft of the pride and poise

That mitigates confession.

An orphan community
A ragamuffin clan,
Who found unity in the impunity
They drank from the hand

Of their Father.