Ancestry (Poem)

How far does this family tree
Extend its roots like claws down into this
Brittle earth, supple in one sole part,
Rich and black amidst the cakey clay,
From which we've all been birthed from multicolored blood and wearing garments of every manner of fabric and texture?

These royal beings, these beggars,
These in-between dwellers of the alien planet
From which we do not escape until final breath
While longing for home untouched,
We pen the waiting silence and find the blessing
within each other across time and language,
Sowing our seeds for later flowering
we will not get to see, but will feel when we are the wind that blows through wild hair and
carries summer dress and cloud nine voice
through the air, where we join in remembered grace.

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