Beaching…
Rhythmic waves,
frothing to and fro,
carry middle passage echoes
of journeying odysseys;
The setting sun spikes
the umbilical link
between the Motherland
and her children in Diaspora;
Reflecting grains of sand
catch crystallizing tears
of memories of faded shores;
The bleeding breeze blows
sea seasoned whispers
flowing from lost voices;
From sea to shining sea
we’ve been anchored,
chained and auctioned;
Never can slavery be
a metaphor for memory
as waves dissipate
on the shores of time;
No matter what beaches
we roam,
the shores still sing songs
stealing home.