over and over again, minutes
days, years, decades went by
in the winnowing chimes from
one life to the next they chanted up to
the cosmos and from one form to
another, from one name to another.
In this time of old wounds being reopened
as cousins and tribes kill each other
from Gaza to Ukraine,
what do we owe each other?
To allow the wisdom that is all around us
and within each of us to be our most
devout and agile guide
whether we reside in
a body or a different form.
To ransom Peace for Peace.
When will we see the true
death of the colonial era?
The pandemic revealed the
strength of the African continent
to prevail and emerge with the
lowest number of Covid cases.
As a new generation takes power
may they destroy last vestiges of the
French and colonial residue in Cote d’Ivoire,
Mali, Senegal and all of Africa.
The seasons change and collide and
water becomes more and more sacred.
What do we owe the earth?
Our deepest and highest respect.
How do we remember what our ancestors knew?
We are the earth’s stewards from one life to
the next, this planet is our most loyal host.
We are the burning for those yet to be born.
