Among the Ancestors
Ancestral muses, I beseech thee,
If thou knew me, would thou love me?
Spirits of a thousand thees run wild
within our common blood, thou being
Puritan and me, Aging Flower Child.
Through tome and tomb, I track thee,
Forgive me when I miss the mark
If thou’d loved me, clues thou’d leave me!
It’s been a hundred years times three
We’ve lived and breathed in different spheres
Truly thou art not me, but could thou love me?
(Old woman turns to future kin:
O Ye souls unborn can you believe me,
I would love thee uncondition’ly.)
Old Spirits gather, thump the Tree
Message pulsates through the spiral
Ancient Women to their Child:
“We do know thee, and do love thee!l
….now go to sleep.”