The Ancestors’ Trail
(Reflecting on the
deaths of Maya Angelou, Amiri Baraka, Vincent Harding, Nelson Mandela, and many,
many more)
Our urge to
encircle them with
outstretched arms.
Irresistibly insistent.
We sheltered in the canopy of their lives.
A steady trickle of lights
dance, tumble
Dimming, but twinkling
Along the Ancestors’ Trail.
They are a new
Crowd
of lights
cheered and
embraced by the
Crowd
of lights
cheered and
embraced by the
cloud of witnesses
already there.
flickering,
glittering
glittering
on the
Ancestors’ Trail.
They leave us with
Less music, less vision, less courage, less light.
Unless, unless
We scoop buckets of sorrow, absence, yearning and hope
Into the drinking gourd.
Slurp the promise to do as they did.
Exclaim.
Exhort.
Explain.
And
drunk with love,
drunk with love,
Fight.
© Fasaha Traylor, May 28, 2014
Beautiful! I love from unless, unless... Yes!
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