our ancestors
leave wisdom deep
in the backs of our brains,
reach hands in
to plant more as we grow,
snatch out cankers of fear,
guide us, nourish us,
a never-ending daisy chain.
our ancestors,
show us the path back to ourselves,
souls severed from lineage,
thrown across seas,
raised out of context
like fish out of water,
stranded with fins outstretched,
awaiting embrace of waves.
