ANCESTORS

if grandpa was here he’d pinch the soil

drop it’s crumbles on his tongue

taste yesterday and tomorrow and tell me

something has gone

and something is coming

and everything is just the same

if grandma was here she’d pinch my cheeks

take my smile in her eye

see yesterday and tomorrow and tell me

something has gone

and something is coming

and everything is just the same

be worried black child

grandpa would say

don’t worry sweet thing

grandma would say

and i am here

just here standing with

yesterday in heart and tomorrow in mind

searching for a peculiar wind

one that can move earth

and blow a kiss