ANCESTORS

if grandpa was here he’d pinch the soil
drop it’s crumbles on his tongue
taste yesterday and tomorrow and tell me
something has gone
and something is coming
and everything is just the same

if grandma was here she’d pinch my cheeks
take my smile in her eye
see yesterday and tomorrow and tell me
something has gone
and something is coming
and everything is just the same

be worried black child
grandpa would say

don’t worry sweet thing
grandma would say

and i am here
just here standing with
yesterday in heart and tomorrow in mind
searching for a peculiar wind
one that can move earth
and blow a kiss