Centuries of footsteps paved the dirt roadsÂ
that weave through the land of my ancestors.
The blood drumming through their veins
Legs shaking and eyes darting over new terrain—the dark, starry sky envelopes me like a thick blanket.
The wind blows my scarf around my head. The silky brown material tears across my vision like a whip, ready to defend me should anyone come too close…
On cold spring days like today,
I remember you most.Â
I wonder too,
if you remember me.
For many years/I have held/a special invitation/to speak with You/in the pre-dawn/absence of light…
