Ended Ocean

Love in every corner,
in dark places, inside
of the sun. Oh praise
the lord. Love is here,
at your afterglow. Is
a fist that holds a bird
A tongue that licks the
dust that had the grace
to sweep your feet.
gently.
I am here because I know
that love has carved us
inside a sculpture, in the
roots of my foster people.

Come to see, daughters
and sons. I have made
the difference in your
lineage.
But the show is over,
Love bites and breaks
the roots. Foster nature.

Come to the rescue after my
roots have fallen and the
distance from my heart
and

mind
is longer than the distance
from this tribe to another.

Love swims across silver rivers,
wraps itself
in egyptian feathers and I can
see you
smiling if we are lucky enough
to have poetry outpouring our
rivers.

Every luxury seems less outstanding
than your face. How painful.