Author: admin

i told my daughter the dark gets cold

Footsteps like a djembe drum come
louder toward my back as I sit here
day-drunk and dreaming at the kitchen table.

A woman is collecting
Sea shells on the edge of a beach
Filling her pockets with tiny shells
That were once part of a mollusk

In beautiful blackness
lingering at all edges of our spinning planet
humans hold devotions
under glittering canopy.

But now Helen submits
and Paris smiles tenderly;
Paris, with the face
of a tired Apollo.

How little we know of time and space

In the spirit of the season, I whispered to the woman
in front of me, both of us at the liquor store, imagine
being ten years old again with no need to be here.

This small spot was left for our people,
My Mom told me about this spot,
It was a small corner of a suburban lot,
There was a rock with a sign,
This was a trail of my ancestors