around the entrance
mountain blue bells reaching up
swells of ground cover
drops of rain
fall on the window screen
each a small cosmos
riding out darkness
dim shadows at my bedside
westward goes the moon
releasing the morning star
banishing the night lights
morning bird songs
nursing the baby to lullabies
Gregorian chants
in the face of incomplete information
and its value
no fear of regret
no matter the outcome
this is right for me
at this place and this moment
this is what I FEEL
it has been a while
since I have tried to compose a poem
what is the dividing line
between being slow-witted
or storing up wisdom?
as a grain of black sand
the tides refresh me each day
the sun warms me
my relatives are many
not all as black me
our diaspora is world wide
on the bleaches
we live forever
time is our friend
you against me
doing everything and anything
making it personal
bringing out in the light
our dark sides
surprise, surprise . . .
yes we all have one
it is how we survive
up with the rooster
sleep walking in the still night
always turning left
I said, she said
words flew in all directions
searching for a hitching post
and a slip proof knot
to anchor them
and give meaning
instead of offering
just a catalogue
all logic appears
useless
mea culpa
