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.
our ancestors
sit with us when we meditate,
third eyes glowing,
unfurl in us, fill us,
as we search for the light,
rock back and forth with us
as we blind ourselves again,
plunge back into darkness.
our ancestors
try to help us connect,
show each other the way,
the blind leading the blind leading the blind,
grasping hands behind our backs
crossing our arms in front,
dancing until our feet bleed,
laughing like we’ve lost our minds.