Untitled Poem #14

Stones tumble

rumble

rolling down the precipice;

standing below the overhang

hands outstretched

waiting

wondering

will I be caught

tossed

thrown to the waves below

or brought up high?

Soar upon currents

spreading wings

screaming with eagle’s voice

trauma released

heaven bound

shackles gone

free falling

to the ground below.

Caught in the loving arms

ancestors past(sed)

present and future

they are my voice

as I am theirs.

Releasing

torrents of tears

a waterfall

over the land of pride

prejudice

ours

yours

together reparations

healing

soothing a land

scarred by racism and hate.

©May 15/22