Ghosts in the discipline
Of the human
Forces swimming within
Brewing a tone ascending
The fleeting
Passage of time
The planet turned in on itself
Then pieced back
Unearthed
Born
We all came from a woman
Grew our bodies inside her
Washed in her blood
First blood
So how does the mother stand beside
What she created?
As the child takes labored breath
Like the first
Last blood not like thе first
For walking, for playing
For driving, for breathing
For being
Burying her feelings
With thе limbs she bore to life
Her heart heavier
Than the body
We wrap around these times
We hold to be felt
Our brown skin shining against
The sun
Bright and seen
Always seen
Creating a shielding
Layer of strength to muster
A life in the open
Bright as a new sun
One with blending colors
Strewn about
Can we see each other through
The mist
A hazy new face
Caught in the moment
Of living
I knew this wasn’t a dream
‘cause dreams
Don’t feel matter
And matter is solid in its term