Apropos Of
The Poetic Family
Of Time…
These are
and have always been
trying times—sometimes,
crying times
sending red tears
down the black banks
of wrinkled faces—
Such are the times…
We, my Brothers and Sisters
have always been of the times,
in the times, taking time
to teach and explain the times
that the village continues
to struggle and build in the times…
We, my Brothers and Sisters
are the heirs of the Ancestors
of the times that humanity
had one of its greatest test of time;
still rivaling the testing times of today:
Slavery was pandemic!
Reconstruction…pandemonium!
As the Griots of the time—
today’s times—we must continue
to punch the poetic time-clock
that the Village will daily know
what time it is: God is the Clock…
and we’re His timed poetic tic-tocks;
inking the tic-tocks of the word—One!