Will Return

Whenever seconds tick astray
this heart glides into its Birth-waters.
In every slaughtering of the day
it sails in the morning rain to the place it calls home.

Many birthdays ago
we knew nothing about a landing that
will hold us suspended above our bones

Many seasons ago
When our souls arrived at the port of longing
after crossing oceans with hope in our loins 
we knew nothing about the muddy waters
or the toxic wounds inflicted by a hurricane of smiles

Today, there’re too many mournful things
to be named in a single sermon on the mount
But how to pass our songs to ancestral rivers
before time collapses in the woods
is with great difficulty

Each day we’ve seen our songs turn into germs
while our tears drowned our panting souls

How little others know about the migration of our souls
crossing oceans to ports of longings
and the stampede that baptizes our breaths
and in the midair we become clowns
chasing the Dream lost in each other’s shadows

We are still here with limbs starched to our bones
only waves of scars on our fatigued selves can say all

With no roadmap to escape from the thunder and plunder
we awake each dawn with whisper-screams and blood-tears
tucked beneath our cracking skulls

but one day, before I disappear without my coat
I’ll pick up this breath to remember me

In my dreams I rub my limbs and tell it to sparkle
with laughter on village lanes